My Lasting Letter
My Lasting Letter
I have written these words
a thousand times, each time
so differently identical. They
have been written on the wind,
blessed by the idle warmth of
sunset, scratched into the
setting concrete of a life.
I have breathed them in the sighs
of simple joy, basking in the
laughter of youths folly,
shouted them in anger at
times passing, whispered them
into empty rooms, spoken them
to vacant playgrounds, motionless
swings, yellowing grasses.
I have left them twixt the ether of
our beings knowing someday
they will be opened in your heart.
9/20/2014
For Elly Wouterse – Maybe the last letter – poetry contest
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2014
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