“Letter to Death, ” Poem by Valeria Obregon

Letter to Death

Poem by Valeria Obregon

When she left, the sun rose like it always did. The coldness of winter came with a bitter taste of nostalgia. Time flew away like it always did.

Everything was the same, yet so different. Time kept walking forward, his cruel steps only attempted to erase her sent and image of my head. Everything was the same yet so different; lonely and numbed.

As cruel as he was, time kept walking without hesitation but somehow managed to stand still as a routine, only to torture me with her memory. Everything was the same, yet life felt different; empty and hopeless. Purpose jumped out of the window.