His farewell letter
Came today,
But you
Unknowing this

Took it to the window
For extra light
And unfolded slowly
Like one

Unwrapping
Some precious gift,
Read the lines
He’d written there.

You held the letter
A foot or so away;
Looked out
Of the window

To take your mind
From the letter’s hurt;
The words,
Scrawled across

The page,
All passion
For some foreign port;
Some new found love,

Some other girl
Whose features
He has named
And praised.

But you
He barely mentions,
Or asks
How you do;

How bares
Your heart and soul;
He knows only
Of his heart

And present state
Of soul;
Leaving you
Quite broken

With a heart
That’s not quite
Whole.