The Heartbreak of the Love Letter

It began with the Essence of CON’TOUR—
a bold stroke of beauty drawn across my soul.
You whispered vows too sweet to doubt,
and I was ready to Say I Do to You.

But love under Brooklyn Nights came fast and deep,
draped in city lights and longing glances.
I tried Trying to Love an Unhealed Man,
thinking patience could patch the cracks in your heart.

We danced through December Love,
snowflakes catching secrets you never spoke.
I searched your silence and Lost in You,
drowning in warmth that was never fully mine.

And when I Fell So Deep,
you weren’t there to catch me.
Just echoes and exits and tear-stained dreams—
until I faced the truth: He Lost Me.

Now I write this with soft coral ink,
lips sealed like petals on pain.
Because somewhere in the echoes of what we were,
I still remember the feel of Brooklyn Love.