Opened up the letter sent.
Kept a finger under the flap;
small paper cut.
Little blood.
Large hole in heart. Blood flows.
Lost you tomorrow,
Found you yesterday.
Waited for the reply.
Eyes feel funny, tight and leaking.
Head is stuffy, no cold nor fever to blame.
Words swim in droplets on blue lines.
Red spots on discarded envelope.
Blemishes of forgotten promises,
Wounds of broken dreams.
But truth is uncovered
in words not spoken,
finally uttered with words from a pen.
Bandage on throbbing finger.
Hand on beating heart.
The sting to remind of what could have been.
Letter opened and thoughts exposed
to the fact
that wounds do heal.