Love Letters

She would read him at night
in the dark
until her eyes, they did ache so ..
And her tears,
beneath the quilt, fell like rain
yet still somehow
each one of them tasted familiar ..
Like the ocean,
she thought, that long ago dared
to take him ..
But what made it worse though
was she could never
be certain, those candles she
burned day and night ..
Would be seen from the beach
and the treacherous swell
it had always been known for
and even beyond there and further
through the remnants
of now faded lace curtains ..
Once a gift, on her wedding day
almost forty or so, very long years ago ..