There's a sense of longing in me
As I read Rosemary's letter
Her writing's honest
Can't forget the years
She's lost in isolation
She talks about her love
And as I read
Die alone
Know she's aching
There's a certain detail seen here
The pen must have slipped to the side
And left a stain next to his name
She knows he's gone
And isolation
Is all that would remain
The wound in me is pouring out
To rest on a lover's shore

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