Non-Erotic PoetryDear FredDear Fred,
I’m lying here in the devastation of our bed
with a torrent of bitter thoughts running through my head.
Was everything you ever said
a lie? Or was it instead
a cruel game when you led
me to believe you wanted us to be wed.
I’ll never know now because you fled.
I guess our love is dead.
Mildred.
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