Thirteen Words

On Ministry paper
his name neatly spaced,
apologies, condolences,
thirteen words aptly phrased;
she read over and over
consumed, numb to pain,
hand to mouth she realised
her lover would never write again.

How different his words
not just a week passed
when he wrote of returning
and tending the grass,
his plans for their future
their children, their life
all perfectly ended
by what had been typed.

Copyright D. Archer October 2011