I remember the words you left me.
Burning on my pillow.
A suicide note,
Or perhaps a shopping list?
I was wrong.
The words you left me have stayed..
Frozen deeply upon my mind.
From the first scrawled letter
Seemingly painted on the stark white leaf.
"I've gone out for coffee. Call me"
I was devastated,
because I thought you had a much more romantic
form of saying such plain words.