the letter

the letter folded,
pressed between the pages
of a book
you both read,
creased,
the ink soft and blurred
from time
or tears, or both.
you open to read her
words again,
the explained farewell,
the wishes
for the best for you
in finding
true love,
love that is meant
to last. how she
whispered on paper that
it was never meant
to be. each word a bullet
through an arm, a hand,
a leg,
making you bleed,
the last line,
point blank, i love you,
let's stay friends,
dropping you to your
knees.