A Love Letter

To the Wildest of us,

Once we took a walk,
Over green grass and under white clouds.
Arm in arm and through the park
Your face alight from laughter, so proud
he might have been to see us there.
He might have smiled upon us then.

The wind lashed that spring
but the sun that beat wouldn't be beat.
Do you remember? Is it too soon?
Do your cheeks still fill with heat?
What he might do to see us here.
He would smile upon us then.

We ate our soup, the three of us.
The dawn, the noon, the dusk.
It mattered little, the hollow mask
that, across our faces, painted smiles.
He could have sat with us there.
He might not smile upon us then.
If he was with us ever at all.


Now I don't see you often enough
and the time dwindles and the candles flicker
in the wind and rain.
I don't tell you often enough
I don't know if I have ever told you before
I don't know if there are the words to say
I don't know if you could hear them,
Each day a moment passes and you are with me
You will never read this and my heart breaks
like the first footfall on a frozen lake.
The surface breaks.

The day will come where this will need to be heard
Yet you will not have the ears to hear it.
I could read it now yet you could not comprehend it.
Just knowing this my heart breaks.

So simply I must vow
To tell you each and every day
in my own and special way
that "I love you".
And I remember that day
and each and every other day
That your smile told me you loved me.
Because I know
He would smile upon us then.

Your Loving Friend