The Love Letter Poem by Christopher P. P. White

I unfold the paper and read
This love letter I've found in my wallet...
It's covered in glitter
And doused in perfume.
The edges are a little frayed from all
The constant reading
But the smell is still pleasant.

I love you more than words can ever say.
Can we make love under the gift of sunrise?

I continue reading the confession
And get to the punch line.
It's a fantastic piece of literature
With all the punctuation and perfection
Of the finest novel,
Yet the poignant nature of its message
Keeps me glued to the end
With a thousand burning questions.

Do you think we can become something
More than an idea or a notion?

I notice she crosses her Ts like I do
And the Ms are crooked like mine;
This darling angel is the same as me.
Surely we are bound together by a fate
I never believed in until now.

I endure its sensational flow
Until I read its final sentence;
I will love you until the day I die...

Then I remember.

I remember the plaits in her hair
And the way the silver necklace
I bought her looked upon her chest.
I remember our first date at the park
When I made a picnic and sung her songs and we danced,
And drank,
Kissed and fell asleep in a drunken stupor.
I remember all the good times despite all the bad.

Then I forget everything.

She died almost thirteen years ago
But I cannot remember anything anymore.
Old age may have stolen most of the memories
Of my wife but reading this letter
Gives me little glimmers of a wonderful life
We shared together once.

I miss her...