I never saw your handwriting
Before today.
I never even knew
You wrote poetry.
I like the careful curve
Of your "S"
I see beauty there
Like the curve
Of your hip.
And the boxy way
You make your "Y"s
They remind me
Of your perfect teeth.
The letter that
You left me,
It doesn't rhyme.
Not the way most
Love poems do.
You wrote of feeling lost
And seeing opportunities
In tree trunks
When you drive.
I never even knew.
Your poem was beautiful
Like your smile.
And when you said good-bye
It broke my heart.
Tomorrow
I'll bury the pieces with you,
And keep this letter in my chest
Instead.
I'm sorry that you felt this way
Like you couldn't share your poetry
With me.
Your handwriting was beautiful
Like you.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
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