This is a poem about a woman who was just proposed to, by her boy-friend of four years. But three months after the engagement he dies in a car crash.

Disappeared so long ago,
How long I don’t even know,
I suffer because I know you’re not coming home,

You’ll never again open the doors of this dusty house,

Never again to hear you call my name,
Never again to see your bittersweet smile,
Hiding something unbeknownst to me,
Something of uncertainty,

Filled with love,
But also of,
The sense of knowing that one day you’d have to return the beauty that you'd strived so hard to protect,

Make my blood into your ink,
Make my finger you’re pen,
Make my skin your paper,
My hair your envelope,
My soul your postage stamp,

Just send me word,
That you’re okay,
Tell me that you’re safe,
Speak to me sweet nothings from beyond the grave,
Tell me you’re happy,
That all is well,
So maybe I won’t miss you so much,
So I won’t keep waiting for you to open these doors,
That haven’t been opened since so long ago,
So I won’t keep staring out at the driveway from my bedroom window,
And staying up all night to hear the car that never pulls in,
To see the headlights that no longer flash.
For the smiles that always pass me by…