Dear Emilia,

You should know I closed your bedroom door

I don't go in there anymore.

Lockets and trinkets all gathering dust

A chime on the window beginning to rust.

I clicked off your radio, bright tunes turned to static

Boxed all our memories up in the attic.

I donated the dresses that you used to wear

Tossed all the pins that you put in your hair.

I shredded your love notes, since I can't bear to read them

Abandoned your plants since I don't know how to weed them

Got rid of your books, and magazines too

I changed all the sheets that still smelled like you.

Emilia, I wish I knew how to handle this better

I'd give up the world for you to read this letter

The grief in my heart's a festering grime

God, I wish we hadn't run out of time.

I wish that car hadn't come so fast

I wish that I'd known we wouldn't last

My life and soul, now torn asunder

As I watch you buried six feet under.

And I'm sorry that I never got to say

Everything I should've before you went away

I'm kneeling at your gravestone with a wilting rose,

Choking on regret and blowing my nose.

Still, I'm here, begging for your forgiveness

As in a sick twist of unfinished business

Your killer is out there, unscathed and alive

How is it fair that one gets to survive?

This hole you've left is achingly empty

But something must fill it, hideous plenty.

Thus, born from the ashes of the unjust dead

A horrible anger pokes its ugly head.

It starts as a spark, but is soon consuming me whole

A woken fire that scorches my innocent soul.

But if all I have left is that I can avenge,

Dearest Emilia,

I'll get my revenge.