Seeing your letters after long day’s toil, 
like flowers with warm ethereal glow 
grounded solitarily in iced soil 
Comfort and warmth upon me they’d bestow 
I held your promise so close to my heart 
No matter how hurt I felt, I held on 
But I’ve heard rumors in our time apart 
Plunged into dead darkness, all flowers gone 
If you still loved me, I just cannot see 
Why you’d lie or leave me lost in the cold 
But If you still loved me, wouldn’t you be 
Here, loving, or true to promises told 
I won’t forget you, but I’m walking free 
Hope you’re happy. Farewell. From, Marigold.