From A Dead Girl's Veiw - Poem by Courtney Sill
Hoping and wishing someday it'd work.
It'd work out.
For the better.
And we could be happily together.
But I've been living in the past.
I've reconciled my past today,
Not to the full extent,
For that would mean blood was shed,
But none was shed other than my own.
I read some old letters in my top drawer,
You were off to war for the longest time,
But you finally won a battle and came home,
And you don't even realize how proud I am of you.
I chose three of the letters, the ones that said the most,
The one where you hated me,
The one where you lovd me,
And the one where you had forgotten all about me.
We were talking last night,
Sitting around the table like old friends do,
The maid brought in a saucer and you commented her beauty,
You didn't notice the jealousy that stung my eyes,
That's okay, old friends shouldn't feel that way.
In the park that afternoon,
When I saw you courting with that maiden,
I felt something I shouldn't have,
I was so confused, it didn't make sence.
In your letters you hated me so much,
In your letters you claimed your undieing love for me.
In your letters you forgot the love we once shared,
We're old friends now, those teenage years have passed us.
I'm a sad rich widow and you're a happy poor bachelor.
But there is nothing we can work out.
I kept hoping someday you'd return to that spot,
Underneath the willow tree in the cemetary,
I visited it ever night for a year.
But the only person who kept me company was dead.
Myself of coarse.
I'm not sure what I was getting at tonight,
wishing you would come back,
That makes no sence.
But when I read those letters.
I realized you would never change.
And neither would I.
I reconciled what happened.
Not entirely though, I still miss you.
I still miss all those times.
Underneath the willow tree in the cemetary.
I guess it wasn't meant to be.
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