She wrote to me
a letter today,
came in the post,
it’s been such along time
since she passed
through this way,
I spent the day
wondering
if I should open it,
just to find out
for sure,
I was peeling back
the envelope
when I heard the knock
upon the front door,
I left the letter
on the table,
walked down
the empty hall,
passed by photographs
of her face,
the memories
of loves,
lives
and other times
that I can still recall,
then I unlatched the moment,
heart thumping
in my chest,
left my darkness
and stepped outside,
and there she was,
standing,
smiling,
in forgotten
question marks,
I held her close,
and closer still,
forgot to remember
why she left me,
smelled her hair,
her perfume,
stared long
in her eyes,
whispered sorry
to the past,
the pain,
the anger,
the farewells
and goodbyes,
But I know
the letter lies,
unopened,
upon the table,
it is so long
since
you left this place,
since you went
away,
since I thought
you were coming
coming back home again,
I’m still left
calling your name,
wishing for what was
once,
yesterday…
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