The letter stood, isolated on

the mahogany writing desk.

While I took a deep breath, drowning

in the imposing austerity her words.

“It must end now”.

I'd known for a while now:

the scandals, the kisses, the 'secret' tapes',

but hope had latched onto my heart.

Now I regarded the calligraphy with

illusionary pretence.

'What must it be like for a little boy to read

that daddy never loved mummy?'

Diana Spencer

By Nashita

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