Treasure Island

Jharlin Saloma


Letters Sent


dear friend,
these letters sent hold our friendship from our past,
they showed me how much you cared,
told me how much you loved me,
and promised a friendship that would last forever,
each letter told a different story,
one that you could only share with me,
some letters were pleasant,
others emotional,
and a few were written about things that made no sense to others,
but to you and i they were crystal clear,
and i came to notice that always sign it off with 'love' and your name followed by,
but who knew our letters would stop and so would our friendship?
love,
your old friend

Submitted: Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, May 25, 2011

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