Letters To Yourself

Let your eyes promise me lies

Let your sigh be a sweet goodbye

And never even write to me a letter

I won't worry about tearful endeavors

There was no reason to return

I was told

Nobody waiting for me

to come back home

nothing is left

but the promise of praise

Nothing remains

No phone calls late at night

of pictures a constant reminder

no burning of inpassioned pages

or returning them to sender

you send a letter to

the only one you can't deny

will never send you a reply

you never bother to sit back

and ask yourself why

Blinded by your own dim light

Tried but devout

Tortured the cherished

loved the unheralded

Bought up their trash

Brought to my knees

by beggars and braggarts

washed my laced sleeves

after each miscarriage

You fill your pen and

spill the words onto each line

your monogram in wax

seals another pathetic cry

You're so romantic

So cautious and tranquilized

is there anything behind your eyes