The Sweet Girl And The Bitter Boy Poem by Jacquelyn Frost

She sat herself down
at her desk
on a beautiful blue skied day
in the middle of August

And….

She meditated on all the love that she had saved up
in her heart over the past few years.
All the love that she felt
for her one and only beloved man
whom she had never met.

Outside of her open window
the sky was sparkling,
the most beautiful blue
you could ever imagine

She thought long and hard about him
and thought about everything that she loved about him
and she set it all down on her sheet of pure paper.

Her pen moved up and down
and back and forth
On her page, with movements and thrusts
not unlike those of lovers
when they are alone together.

As her pen moved,
she heard the sounds
of a once-blissful couple
going at it down the hall:
passionate, loud, violent screams and yells
at each other.
And something being hurled across the room:
“CRASH! ”

Still, she wrote on.
Word after word.

While her pen moved,
he was also sitting at a desk
over 1000 miles away from her.
He was busily composing yet another song.

She composed a 7 page love letter.

Well,
her love letter it traveled
across the country
until he held it in his hands

He sat down, skimmed over it.
Then he crumpled it up as quickly as he could.
And tossed it on the floor.

Then, bringing his hands to his chin
and raising his eyebrows just a bit,
he reconsidered and picked up her letter
once again.

Then he proceeded
to
tear
it
to
pieces.

Then he swept up the shreds
and dumped them
into his warm and cozy fireplace.

(Somewhere back East,
a girl feels a chill deep down in her heart
and her salty tears trickle cruelly and coldy down her cheeks
and freeze.
She’s gone.)