Love’s Last Post

Love’s Last Post

She feels she is tearing apart,

her heart a series of tiny perforations;

silently sobbing, tears roll down her cheek,

her pillow, a blotting pad,

mascara running, her face bears the marks

of indelible love lines;

her profile staring at the wall, she sighs,

Oh how I miss Phil lately!

Each morning was like a fresh delivery;

she yearns for his roughness on her lips,

the taste of his gum on her tongue,

he’s gone forever, affection redirected,

his love a spent penny, black

thoughts fill her head, a jumble of letters

she cannot sort, their shared love,

a virtuous memory in a virtual world,

now just love’s last post,

her heart vacant, unfulfilled, an empty mailbox,

other males seem like junk,

just flyers on her vestibule mat.