The Envelope

A boy,
Without thoughts in his head.
A paper,
One without words.
Sits beneath him,
waiting to consume his thoughts.
A pen in his hand,
Moving at the speed of light.
A paper,
One with three words
Now rests in an envelope.
An envelope,
Tied intricately around a rose.
A rose,
Now rests in the hands of a beautiful girl.
An envelope,
Untied from the rose.
A paper,
Slowly pulled from its barriers.
A hand,
Carefully brushing the tears from her cheeks.
A paper,
One with three words - I love you.
Three words,
Whispered softly in her ear
By the one who washed her tears away.
Two arms,
Carefully envelope the girl in his embrace.
One love,
That rests on a faded wrinkled paper.
That paper,
Now rests on a fresh grave.
That grave,
That recently rests next to another.
A girl,
A replica of that girl before
Slowly falls to her knees.
Two arms,
Carefully wrap around her waist
Keeping her together.
One hand,
Wiping the tears from her cheeks.
Three words,
Whispered into her ear.
Those words,
Ones that cannot be lost.
A rose,
Now withered and black,
Rests on that grave
With the envelope intricately tied around it.

Written October-November 2008
By Elisse Cook