Third Letter

 Dearest Coraline,
You spoke once of your regret,
I never forgot.

Cast out of your home,
You hid your swollen belly, 
And tried to survive.

Just a child then,
With no one to lend a hand.
I wish I was there.

Decisions were made,
Your mind and body suffered,
Documents were signed.

It was for the best,
neither of you would have lived,
But you kept hurting.

Late night tears were shed,
for a child you still loved.
They live now. You don't.

You were still broken
About the weight of your choice
When you and I met.

You felt unworthy,
But I admired your strength.
You were perfect, love.

Still, that hole remained.
A piece lost somewhere unknown.
A piece that persists.

You have left me. True.
But a scrap may still linger,
So I must find it.

Second Letter

Dearest Coraline,

I remember you fondly

And it kills me so.

We met six years back.

Your smiling caught my eye,

Your eyes made me grin.

You hated your hair,

But those curls were the cutest

That have ever been.

The food you prepared,

So bizarre and yet so sweet,

I crave every day.

Your laughter, so warm,

Would improve my day and life.

Now you are silent.

Your shape was divine,

Especially against mine.

We will grasp no more.

I miss you at night.

We would embrace and feel whole,

Now I only grow cold.

My days are lonely.

I can only think of you.

Weeping is constant.

Everything you were,

Everything you could have been,

My whole life, is gone.

First Letter

Dearest Coraline,

I am riding this cramped train

In search of your ghost.

Although I’m haunted

With what I have done to you,

I still need closure.

It will never come.

Honestly I deserve none,

But still I’m seeking.

If even a scrap

Of your precious soul lives on

I have to find it.