Open Letter
You see me,
But in a while
You will not;
I become one
With the wind and the rain.
We touch,
Relish the warmth and passion,
But when the clasp breaks,
I reside in the quiet
Of your heart.
On your bad days,
I am your friend;
On good days,
We laugh and play
As before, but here's a clue:
Nothing has really changed.
You don't need a psychic
To relay from " beyond";
Do you wonder where I am,
Or if I'm OK?
Listen: I will tell you.
Tears come,
But I'll let you in on a secret:
I have never left;
No, I am not here as before;
If you look at the sunshine,
You will see me smile.
Copyright © Joel Bjorling | Year Posted 2014
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