The Letter

So many words written

Though many unsaid

From her dearly departed

Now seven days dead

A final confession

Or a thoughtful goodbye?

It is now her obsession

To know when or why

Was he faithful and true?

Did he love her alone?

Why did his voice soften

As he spoke on the phone?

Her pain is still fresh

And her love remains strong

Yet still not untainted

For she's wondered so long

She thinks about reading

Knowing what she may find

And takes out a match

She's made up her mind

To set it aflame

This letter unread

So many words written

Though many unsaid