LETTERS

We were just the best of friends,
I knew him all my life.
I'm sure that he, toward the end,
Found out I love his wife.

He drove his car right off a cliff
And crashed into the sea.
I know it was no accident
For a skillful driver was he.

He must have found our letters
Of love that shouldn't be.
He's the type to harm himself
Instead of killing me.

As I looked in his wife's eyes,
She sadly said to me,
"Instead of us, he killed himself
Because of lovers, such as we."

Lord, have mercy on our souls
For her husband, my friend, has died!
No one else may ever know
But God how much we've lied.

Tom Zart
Author of
Love, War And More
Published by
Publish America