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A Perfect Day To Go

I watched
While the tall weeds 
Waved back and forth
And the north wind
Bellowed down the mountainside

The sky
Gray and black
Gathered unto itself
Readying 
For the oncoming rains

The dampness in the air
Hung like a fortuneteller
With a sad face
About ready to read a future
No one wanted to hear
As I opened the door
To an empty house
That I once had called
My home

Walking into the kitchen
I sat down at the table
Where an envelope
Had been carefully placed
Between an old ivory 
Salt and pepper shaker

To this day
That envelope still remains
Unopened 
I didn’t need to read
The letter you wrote 
To know why you had gone
Or need to see the words
Or feel the pain that they held

Looking out the window
I couldn’t help thinking
As the rain started to fall
What a perfect day it was
To go

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 11/10/2011 10:22:00 PM
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