The Last Love Letter
It had been read, read again,
and re-read.
He could recite it.
He still opened it
unfolded its dirty creases
sniffed the long absent odor
of her perfume,
strained to recall
the features of her face.
They had dreamt of marriage
of children, of a future.
Those dreams lost,
floating away
soaked in the bloodied waters
of a Normandy beach.
1/6/2021
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