Soft candlelight, illuminates the letter. Hanging, on my wall of broken dreams. The words "I love you" pour off the pages. A tear forms amongst silent screams. With one tug, the letter comes off the wall. The silence, sets a tone of doom. Reading what's been read several times, till I come to her spilt perfume. Flickering, the shadows dance around me. I lift the letter and lament. Thoughts of her draw near with the essence, but alas; Where is the the scent? Trembling, my hand drops the letter. My head bows, I begin to grieve. Her love, like the scent of the perfume, has faded too far to perceive.
Reason for writing:
After my girlfriend's dissapearance the perfume on her old letters faded to nothing.
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