I’m writing this letter
to tell you today
that your black and white existence
has now become grey
The rose petals have worn
down to thorn brittled branches
I’ve gathered every trinket in a locked wooden box, taking no chances
Douse the box in kerosene
vibrantly watch the pyre
until all that remains
are the ashes of a liar
I’m not writing you this
to give you some kind of rise
I just want to tell you
after thousands of tries
You have finally become grey
a neutral position
Neither hate nor love
steps up to position
I am rid of your physical
and the emotional lessened
thoughts finally followed
and I’ve learned my lesson
You’re finally gone
and I’m in heaven.

~kb