Poem - Dear Jane or John
Oct. 5th, 2017 09:55 amA Dear John Letter is defined (via Wikipedia) as “a letter written to a man by his wife or romantic partner to inform him their relationship is over because she has found another lover. The man is often a soldier stationed overseas, although the letter may be used in other ways, including being left for him to discover when he returns from work to an emptied house.”
Dear Jane or John
I’d write a letter to the world
‘dear Jane and John’, all of you
relating the age-old sad tale
I’ve found another, now you’re out
it is normal to wonder who
replaced all of humanity
I’ll save that knowledge till the end
then reveal the answer there
first apologies to the people
stripped from my life by the words
I know you didn’t see it coming
kept to myself until I wrote
the relationship has ended
as love once flourished has been dimmed
in its place is a longing
for another far from here
if it’s asked about the feeling
I would admit that numbness calls
begging for another lover
clad in black, guiding the boat
when the wine turns too sour
vinegar is all I taste
it’s no wonder pen has chosen
to scribe the words that separate
the fairest have lost their charm
arguments fall flat with their facts
left to rot in my vision
when the eye take’s the dark path
this is where the shadow rests
the one for which I’ll take my leave
a letter left on the doorstep
as I leave with me to find some peace
© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171005.
Dear Jane or John
I’d write a letter to the world
‘dear Jane and John’, all of you
relating the age-old sad tale
I’ve found another, now you’re out
it is normal to wonder who
replaced all of humanity
I’ll save that knowledge till the end
then reveal the answer there
first apologies to the people
stripped from my life by the words
I know you didn’t see it coming
kept to myself until I wrote
the relationship has ended
as love once flourished has been dimmed
in its place is a longing
for another far from here
if it’s asked about the feeling
I would admit that numbness calls
begging for another lover
clad in black, guiding the boat
when the wine turns too sour
vinegar is all I taste
it’s no wonder pen has chosen
to scribe the words that separate
the fairest have lost their charm
arguments fall flat with their facts
left to rot in my vision
when the eye take’s the dark path
this is where the shadow rests
the one for which I’ll take my leave
a letter left on the doorstep
as I leave with me to find some peace
© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171005.