You Will Not Write Me Again

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I never thought you were the letter writing type

The words you write are caught in rhythm and in rhyme.

So I wrote about the places we would go

I heard a bird sing and I thought that you would know.

If you wrote me

You would know me again.

If you wrote me

Then I would understand.

I would write you

And then you would know.

But you will not write me again.

I try to let go of the smile upon your face

The way you looked at me with brown eyes full of grace.

I never thought you were the type to walk away

Leaving me to stand with so much more to say.

If you wrote me

You would understand.

If you wrote me

This is not what I had planned.

I would write you

And then you would know.

But you will not write me again.

I found a napkin with some words that made me smile

I never thought it was to wipe the tears I cried.

Maybe someday you will read between the lines

But I’m guessing that you’ll never find the time.

If you wrote me

To end what we began.

If you wrote me

I would understand.

I would write you

To tell you how I am

But I will not write you again.

No, you will not write me again…

 

© Linda Moon

Reflections of My Father’s Passing

Dad and daughter walking on beachI have felt the stormiest of seas

Where gathered tears were wept

By my wife, daughter and loved ones.

Whispers of comfort like the heavenly spray of love

By the warmth of your hands upon my chest and hand,

Has softened and released my weary heart.

In the placid of gentle waters

Where ripples of orange and yellow

Drift among the tides by billowing winds,

I have found reflections of God’s light shine upon me.

There is no more darkness but glistening twilight

Enfolding and pervading within me.

The tide remembers and will bring you comfort

In knowing that our memories

Will come and go

As they prevail in measure among the shoreline.

For I am a sailor of charted waters

Liquid, lucent yet strong

Forever flowing within your heart.

Harboring in the warmth of the horizon

I have come to know the highest form of beauty.

And in these gentle waters of complacency

Let the waves carry you away from the rocks,

And deeper into your heart

Where I will always be.

October 12, 1937 – June 6, 2013

© Linda Moon