[ Love ] Letters

 
Sometimes it makes it everything better
to sit down at the kitchen table
and write you a letter
 
My how the time does fly when we're apart
Although it seems like it was just last week
when I resolved to give you my heart
 
The calendar tells of a different tale
---weeks and months and years gone by
since our paths merged into a single trail
 
My eyes tears up over the lost days
Leaving me hurting inside most of the time
since we went our individual ways
 
Struggling to get the words onto page
I have difficultly staying within the lines
---especially when fingers tremble with a rage
 
Please, don't take my words the wrong way
My anger isn't intended for you
but rather at the lack of what I have to say
 
I've penned everything needed to be said
Again and again throughout the years
There's really nothing new here to be read
 
Just how my week has gone --- such and such
Fragments of me I wish to give to you---
being it's the closest thing to feeling your touch
 
And now I've said too much
 
that you won't ever hear
 
Sign my name before gingerly folding the page
Slip it into the envelope and lick the seal
Address it to the one I miss so dearly
and hold it against my heart
to feel
 
feel you against me as though you were real
 
even though you're no longer here
 
Drag myself from the table to the bedroom closet
Find the shoebox, remove the lid
revealing the stack of letters
and a package or two
Because I just can't seem to bid
farewell to you,
 
my Dear