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[title] => The Letter
[time] => 2002-09-15 10:53:59
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I didn’t know where to start. All I had left was a cleaned out broken heart. Our distance had always been just miles. And now the time had come, And I knew I would be leaving in just a little while. Waking this morning to be greeted bathed in sunlight, The first thing I saw were her sympathetic eyes. And I had just began to realize… Just how much I loved her. I tried to write the letter, But a tightened chest for her was all I had. She had said she was sorry for the way she had acted, But I knew the way she acted was just not her style. I finished writing the rest of my words. I would be leaving in just a little while. She met me at the track. I was holding a single ticket in hand. She had stood beside me always, Even to the end. The only things that I can see when she’s looking back at me, Is the promises of how life could be. I had only a few minutes before I was to leave. I was lucky to say these things as my chest began to heave… I love you now, and even when I get on that train. I will think of you every day. Please stop by if you ever come by way. She hugged me and smiled, And I made my leave. I sat in my seat only wandering why, Why this girl loved me so, And I laughed until I cried. I bestowed upon her that letter. I just hope that she could see. All the words on that paper… It was completely white… But at least she has a letter to remind her of this difficult good-bye. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 233 [topic] => 24 [informant] => Red_Silo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 25 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LoveRemembered )
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