THE LETTER
i opened the letter from you
for the very first time
ever since the day i died
and my throat restricted
more
with every single line
from the beauty
of every single lie
so thought out
and empty
i barely had to cry
“for better or worse”
you’d be here through it all
and you were here
waiting
until i’d trip and fall
so many promises
unnecessary
and bottomless
reading your words i wonder
if your heart was made of stone
when you sought me out for years
and could have just left me alone
each page
i felt
more
enraged
consuming me
in a fire full of hate
i should have used those flames
to burn that letter
and incinerate every page
watch the smoke
spell every word
that your promises would say
but all that i could do
was lock it up
and save it for a rainy day
// Ophydia