Dear Lost One,
These winter nights are cold and brittle,
I hope that you are missing me a little.
I ignite the chimney with fire,
But it will never amount to my burning desire-
To have your arms around me to keep me warm,
Oh, how I wish to see your face once more.
These winter nights are unforgiving,
And it makes me question the cost of living,
All alone in this empty house,
Without you here to be my spouse.
Don’t forget the times we shared,
And the feelings that we left with them there.
Now that you are gone and I am alone,
This place doesn't feel like home.
These winter nights are haunting me,
But I will no longer live in misery.
It’s time to end the life I’ve lived,
Because it is broken without you in it.
These lonely nights are killing me,
So now it’s time for me to make my peace.
I will see you soon on the other side,
With your arms open far and wide,
And a smile stretched across your face,
That assures me I’m ready to leave this place.
I love you to heaven and back,
So wait for me as I follow your tracks.
It’s time for me to finish this letter,
And I hope whoever reads this will think of me better,
Than the circumstances that I have created,
I know they must certainly feel jaded.
But know I did this all in good thought,
As I continue to finish tying this knot.
These winter nights are almost over,
And I will see you when I crossover
From this world into yours,
Just wait for me at the open door.
This poem is about a woman whose husband has passed and she cannot bear to continue to live without him, so she writes a suicide letter to her husband.
(I am in a Gothic Literature class so all of my work is really dark lately, I'm sorry guys).