Hello, I hope you're doing well in the midst of this chaos.
I'm aware that I left a long time ago, but
I wanted to write to you and see if I could recall your face.
I hope that you've transitioned smoothly,
found yourself in that whirlwind of a body at last,
and quieted.
I hope that you're still writing,
that you've tamed the seas
the way you often dreamed of doing.
I hope that you've found dry, calm earth
and settled down
in Tuscon
to grow old and paint
like the Georgia O'Keefe you always said you were.
Please paint a beautiful ****** just for me.
I hope that you'll recall my name now and again,
and think to smile, and, I hope
You'll forgive that all of my sentences have begun with "I."
See, I don't know how else to tell you
that I wish I could get to know you again, and that
your eyes held answers I could never have imagined,
nor knew how to uncover.
I don't know how to write you, because
this isn't a love letter
no, it couldn't be a love letter, but
something deep in here wants it to be?
I wish you'd know that I'm sorry for leaving,
and all the pain I'd caused, I wish you'd know also that
none other has compared to you
(I know it's a small consolation, but bear it with you in the night when you're feeling lonely, I suppose)
I hope you've found games you love to venture into and people who make you smile, and that you've seized all your opportunities for adventure with both hands.
I hope you're no longer hiding your poetry, and that the world will soon bear witness to your words and declarations, and, I hope
that, someday, you'll remember
to stop forgetting me.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC
Hello, I hope you're doing well in the midst of this chaos.
I'm aware that I left a long time ago, but
I wanted to write to you and see if I could recall your face.
I hope that you've transitioned smoothly,
found yourself in that whirlwind of a body at last,
and quieted.
I hope that you're still writing,
that you've tamed the seas
the way you often dreamed of doing.
I hope that you've found dry, calm earth
and settled down
in Tuscon
to grow old and paint
like the Georgia O'Keefe you always said you were.
Please paint a beautiful ****** just for me.
I hope that you'll recall my name now and again,
and think to smile, and, I hope
You'll forgive that all of my sentences have begun with "I."
See, I don't know how else to tell you
that I wish I could get to know you again, and that
your eyes held answers I could never have imagined,
nor knew how to uncover.
I don't know how to write you, because
this isn't a love letter
no, it couldn't be a love letter, but
something deep in here wants it to be?
I wish you'd know that I'm sorry for leaving,
and all the pain I'd caused, I wish you'd know also that
none other has compared to you
(I know it's a small consolation, but bear it with you in the night when you're feeling lonely, I suppose)
I hope you've found games you love to venture into and people who make you smile, and that you've seized all your opportunities for adventure with both hands.
I hope you're no longer hiding your poetry, and that the world will soon bear witness to your words and declarations, and, I hope
that, someday, you'll remember
to stop forgetting me.
Number 46
SPOKEN WORD
A letter to another, but a letter to myself?
