A sealed letter
rested on
a rocking chair
at a house
that overlooked
a blue sea.

The ink recent
black and wet
waited for the
young man to
come and read it.
Sea foam rose.

And the rocks kissed
by the soft
lips of the sea,
someone joined
their *******
forever.

The letter read
"...I'm sorry..."
and the young man
wept on that
porch, on that chair.
"...Goodbye, love".