Her Final Letter Poem by Ella Rose

She sits.
She writes.
She feels lost and alone.

Clenched fists.
Scary night.
Passion turned to stone.

I tore up a book of lost verses written to my lover,
since she left there are no more journals to discover.
Humbled emotions penned with a quill on red paper,
the blood bled dry because I just couldn't save her.

I tore up her final letter written out of despair,
it may be ripped into pieces but her memory's still there.
Disoriented words making no sense cuz' intoxication,
so confusing we could not understand the interpretation.

"Good bye to my family, I can't handle anymore pain",
she left this world cleanly, but I can't erase her stain.
I can't believe five years ago today she was found,
in front of a fountain sleeping peacefully on the ground.

She was feeding the ducks bread, we found remnants,
for so long I carried too much anger and resentment.
Under a blue spruce pine is where she took her last breath,
No words can explain what I've been through since her death.

I tore up her final letter written out of despair,
look at her picture once more, lacerated beyond repair.
I never want to read that filthy missive for as long as I live,
She was so exhausted, eyes closed, with nothing left to give.