A letter sent with thoughts of love |
He toiled over, day and night The object that would start his plight She'd finally see his point of view And admit that he was right Cutout letters scattered round Plain white paper they are bound Crooked, straight, both big and small Speaks out loud without a sound. The letter states in many ways How they'll spend their rest of days Quid pro quo she must agree Her non compliance, how she pays Her pictures scattered 'cross his wall He stops to touch and kiss them all He proudly eyes his finished work And senses not his brazen gall He sneaks out late to not be seen His hat pulled low and trench coat green Shadows are his friend that eve His senses sharp and eyes are keen He creeps up to her door on side His mouth agape his eyes shine wide His fingers trace the door and knob He slowly slides the note inside Inward smiles, job well done He pats his back and feels he's won Floating till his eyes caught glimpse Of that which made him turn to run The mailbox read a name unsure The front was plain and lacked decor But worst of all parked in the drive A car with law paint on the door His senses reeled his head did spin Maggie must have moved again The cops would surely find his prints The end just now, it did begin He walked away, his head hung low He sneakers dragged his gait was slow The breaking sun reached out to touch The dark, its most elusive foe. Roland Bontempo/40 Lines |