Letters

Letters

Letters fallen by a tree
From me to me
Scattered all and damp and torn
That frosty morn

Picking up the topmost there
I saw the tear
Between ‘sincerely’ and my name
No more the same

I sent these letters to a friend
Is this the end?
She left them here – to leave again
And hide her pain

The willow weeps my heart for me
Though it can’t see
How right it is for her to go
I am Solo

End