Letters Poem by Phil Soar

When I first wrote the words, I really wasn't thinking
Jut enraged by the way I was feeling, as I had been drinking
And as I closed the sentence that told her that it was all over
I folded the paper, and placed it aside with her name on.

When I left, there were tears in my eyes, but no real emotion
And the years that her tears flowed, would fill up the deepest ocean
Over time I'd regret it, but not want to look back in anger
When she picked up that letter, her mood was that of a stranger

Now it's past and the memories are all that there is to remember
From the day that we met, ‘till this cold winter night in December
Having tasted the wine it was time to start over and learn
Once more I'm alone and have only more letters to burn