Those Letters (Poetry)

I think about those letters
the ones I wrote to you
bold pages damp with passion
scented paper folded blue

I imagine them in landfill
buried cold and six foot deep
with nobody to read about
my love you failed to keep

You are no old romantic
who’d save them ribbon-tied
I knew it even as I wrote
you’ve no sentimental side

Now earth’s their final envelope
their sweetness left to rot
I longed for you to answer
but I’m guessing you forgot

I dream about those letters
slow-mouldering away
for St Valentine proved heartless
quite indifferent on the day