I raised my love-harmed arms;
that letter I've never seen-
on that dusky black table you used to do work on.
That chair you used to sit professionally on...
You were not there,
that letter was addressed to the one.
I took it up and knew.
I knew...
the feelings you felt for me.
But it was all too late-
even though I have known,
you were gone and only had
the truth you left behind
for me.

Tears dripped on that last letter;
it couldn't stop...
It wouldn't stop.