Your letters are destroyed
and you have nothing
to fear from my indiscretion.
Your ring, &c., is ready packed,
and will be sent when
opportunity offers or
you choose to indicate a way.
Your ‘ever’ lasted five months
and I was a fool to expect
it would be otherwise.
An advert in the Times, some time in Victorian London. Submitted by Marika Rose.
Verbatim Poetry 