The LetterA Poem by Beth LindsayAlways say what you want to say before it is too late.Hiding her face, she gave me the letter I just took it, not knowing what to tell her She grieves just like me over the friend never again will we see Tears blur my sight I held them back with all my might I loved her with all my heart, yet I did not know about the cancer and when it started to grow My love, transferred a year ago Instantly I felt my heart overflow I befriended her and her friend Terry She was beautiful, smart, and very caring I spent days rehearsing my confession to tell her my true feelings became my mission I failed every time I tried But if I said I wasn’t happy- that be a lie Dear friend, remember when we went to the fair On all the rides, the wind, your hair you laughed and played without a care you were so beautiful, all I could do was stare The tears started to fall with these memories I recall gripping the letter in my hand slowly, shaking, I began to open “I am a coward,” I began to read “You are always there when I am in need. With you I have so much fun. You kept my heart warm like the sun. Find this weird, it’s quite alright; but I find myself thinking of you day and night. I always wonder if you thought of me too. However, I could never get my feelings to reach you. Do you remember that summer day You saw that shooting star fly away. I was too preoccupied to see it there I cried and complained how it wasn’t fair ‘Do you have one wish for the star to take I will give up my wish just for your sake.’ These words is what you said I still remember my face turning red. That one wish would have to be Not to be healthy or cancer free but to live the rest of my life, just you and me. My friend,my Love, I didn’t know, With this in mind, my tears started to flow, I spent all this time chasing you Never realizing, you were chasing me too. © 2015 Beth Lindsay |
StatsAuthorBeth LindsayNEAboutI am a college student, studying to become a writer. My desired career is in graphic novels, but I also enjoy writing short fiction and poetry. Aside from my writing ambition, I paint/draw, read, and .. more..Writing
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