The Letter Poem by Bombus Franklini

I wrote a letter to my only love
The papers curled with devotion
Though little did the letter budge
For weighted down
With my heart to hold it to the desk
My pen grew legs and wandered
Its footsteps bloomed sweet words
From its shattered soul spilled
A stream of severed love
A pine tree gathered life
And sprouted in the battered emotion
Time cupped his mighty hand
And - touched - the sapling dear
It aged swiftly onwards
Its leaves fell to the paper
My eyes caught this and hurried to its end
When left the tree to timber
And collapsed on its side
Its wooden flesh brushed my letter
And carried forth the meaning to the close
And I - lay wounded here
Perched at my seats edge
My mouth aghast
And tears poured from their tipped well
The letter was at its cusp
My love - I hope you see it there
On my letter - sent.