You woke me at dawn,
Shipwrecked by my bed,
A letter in a bottle,
Longing to be read.
My lover lay next to me,
Blissfully asleep,
As I unfolded the parchment,
Not making a peep.
Hindsight looks good on you,
But it doesn’t change the fact;
Your billet-doux arrived too late,
There's no going back.
I appreciate your honesty,
Believe me, I do,
But what use have I got,
For another papercut from you?
Because the rumours are true,
I am in love,
And I don’t mean to gloat,
But he may be the one.
You said I look happy,
So, why are you here?
Whispering sweet nothings,
Into my ear.
I will not apologize
For the life that I’ve built,
It didn’t come easy,
So, you can keep your guilt.
But your candour took courage,
And I wish you the best.
May your Decembers be merry,
And all the rest…
You are entitled to your truth,
And no lines have been crossed,
But the last thing I need is another letter,
From a love, long lost.