She wrote a letter to him every day that he was gone, kissed them in memory of their relationship. But every day she'd get one back and teary-eyed she kept them all, didn't understand why he returned them. She paled each day, year after year, as the stack of her returned letters grew waiting for him to write to her, but somehow knowing he never would. She kept all the letters. She walked to town on one very ordinary day strolled into the dry goods store went through the store looking for groceries and other very ordinary things. She certainly wasn't looking for him that day Nor was he looking to find her. He saw her first, ducked around a corner and watched her search the shelves. saw her pale tired face; he was surprised how hard the emotion hit him. Compassion softened his weather-worn, care-worn year-worn face. He stepped out from the corner saw the shock register on her beautiful face. Smiled gently did he; "Hello," was all he said The jar in her hand slipped and fell to the floor and shattered. The sound of breaking glass shook her from her surprised stupor. She moved past him to find someone to help her clean up the mess. He reached out to touch her arm and flinched as she recoiled. "No," she snarled. "Don't." Sickened with fear and sadness, he let her walk away confused by her anger. He turned to walk behind her, tried to call out her name Desperately wanted to talk to her To understand her pain. Pain he must have cause, why else would she be so angry? Lost to him this day, instead homeward bound he tread. Heartsore he searched his memory to find how he could have caused her all this pain; went over the last five years or so. But he couldn't find a fault. So he wrote a letter sealed it with a kiss put it in the mail that day hoping for a response. But a few days later, it reappeared inside his box. The tears rolls as he read the script written on the envelope in her hand. "No such person," it said. "Address doesn't exsist," it said. "You've got the wrong person," it said. A knife in his heart pierced into his soul. As he cried that night from the memory of her he whispered a goodbye. A fallen love One lost true love-- She was gone.