An Epistle to Love

By Reann Nelson

 

Ever since I was a little girl

I had heard of you

And wanted to meet you.

 

You were a friend

Of my parents

My sister and her

Husband.

 

I never understood

why my friends 

ran and screamed,

‘Cooties.’

 

I was excited

When you introduced me

To him.

 

That makes 

You and me

friends now.

 

But

why is

my body 

searing?

 

Why did I turn around

and see that 

he

was gone?

 

But you

were there,

knife coated

in crimson

from its sheath

in my back.

 

Where you plunged it.

 

And here I thought,

You were my friend.