A Letter I Can't Send
its been almost a yearsince I’ve heard your voiceor anxiously torn throughand envelope to get to your letter.I suppose it seems unrealjust to imagineyou trudging around therein those boots and your favourite sweater.Did you ever start that novel?I still have this pictureof you on my shelfI’m glad I have it orI might’ve already forgotten your face.Maybe you still havethat picture of usto remind you of howwe’d stand crying in each other’s embrace.Did your father stop chain-smoking?I really can’t believewe’ve lost touch like thisI thought I heard you sayyou’d always have room for me in your heart.you think I’m crazydon’t you? Well I am,but I’ll always love youwarmly as though we’re not at all apartDid you really ever love me? Written November 26th, 2001 © on Nov 25 2001 04:09 PM PST 10 • 0 • 8
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"its been almost a yearsince I’ve heard your voiceor anxiously torn throughand envelope to get to your letter.I suppose it seems unrealjust to imagineyou trudging around therein those boots and your favourite sweater.Did you ever start that novel?I still have this pictureof you on my shelfI’m glad I have it orI might’ve already forgotten your face.Maybe you still havethat picture of usto remind you of howwe’d stand crying in each other’s embrace.Did your father stop chain-smoking?I really can’t believewe’ve lost touch like thisI thought I heard you sayyou’d always have room for me in your heart.you think I’m crazydon’t you? Well I am,but I’ll always love youwarmly as though we’re not at all apartDid you really ever love me?..."