The Letter

I wrote a letter just to say
That I am doing well.
When I first started writing it,
I had so much to tell.

But, as I wrote the first words down,
My thoughts began to flee
And I just filled with emptiness.
I tried so hard to see

A reason why life has to change
Or what I might have done
To bring our dream to life again
Before you had to run.

Instead, the words I wrote at last
Were curt and cold and strained.
I tore the letter up because
It left nothing explained.


© 2001 Pam H. Murray