The Letter
he sits at his desk
with a notebook and pen
he lets a tear fall
and wonders where to begin
he looks at her picture
and lightly wispers why
the last thing he wanted
was to say goodbye
he wrights her a letter
signed by jon
he kisses the picture
still not understanding how she could be gone
he drops the letter
with her in the casket
tears fall together
not even birds making a racket
he looks back as everyone begins to cry
this is it
the grim goodbye
Copyright © Jonathan Lecroy | Year Posted 2009
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