He Used To Write Me

He used to write me letters,

Tales of how beautiful I was and how much he loved me.

He used to write me poems,

Each morning I wake up to his sweet serenades of how lucky he was to have me.

He used to write me notes,

Each day his love was written just for me.

He used to write me…

He used to write me..

I guess he’s out of ink.

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