Impulsive Reaction
prompt: A Hat-Box Becomes A Stash- Box Or Does It?
Elenore Saga Part: 6
This morning I received another letter
I should respond, but I know better
She has to know by now that it's truly over
As I stared at the wax stamped clover
I debated if I should break the seal
Or just let wounded hearts heal
She needs to let this go
Her family crest makes three in a row
But as soon as the courier delivered our wire
I immediately built up the fire
The January frost moves quickly at night
especially during the dawn's light
I stared at the hearth, waiting to feel its heat
As I stood in my stocking feet
My plan was to turn her words to embers
For the pain is not mine it's hers
A soft noise makes my heart skip a beat
As I hear the padding of her smooth feet
With letters in hand, I panic
Around the room, my eyes flick
I soon spotted my saving grace
As the seconds tick by, my heart begins to race
Upon the mantle sat an old hat-box
As I open it, my stomach rocks
For now, this will have to do
To hide the truth from hurting you
My sin I choose to bear
But as for Elenore, this pain she can't share
My love is deeper than my mistakes
If unleashed, the whole Earth shakes
I can't live one day without you
Your love, my own heart, be true
I kiss your lips by morning's light
In this moment, everything is right
oh, my sweet, sweet Elenore
Tis' you I live for
A.D. Small
May 8, 2023
