A Love Letter
Dearest Aristotle,
Aristotle!!! Sofie died suddenly.
As it seemed that there was no particular cause,
In the death report,
it was registered as a “Natural Death.”
I was the one who went there first
To the place where she laid lifeless
“Sofie!!!… Sofie!!!” I called her.
But she was just there,
With her eyes opened to an open end
I think her soul had left her body already.
She was clutching it tight to her chest
(Yes! It was the world Aristotle gave her)
Her fingers, her pale fingers
Had sunken deep into it
Her heart had split in two with its great heaviness
Leaving only a black hole,
Where her heart once was
It looked just as if she had no heart at all
“She was always a heartless one, that woman.”
Someone who didn’t know her might have dared to say.
A Pity!!!
Her dried eyes held no single blood tear
That’s when it struck me
I kept myself collected as a rock until then,
I screamed in shock
All the processions took place after that.
I… I have only one question to ask you,
“Aristotle, was it truly a natural death?”
Dearest,
Sofie.
| M.M Andrews
