Dear you, From Me

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A story about lost confessions...sadly based on a true story
~~Not really poetry, more free verse/stream of conscious. I didn't really want to focus on syntax and grammar because, well that's boring. Plus, I feel that this style is more appropriate.

Submitted: June 03, 2010

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Dear You, Two years ago, we were swallowing sunshine whole. You taught me how to dig for clams, and I taught you how to weave flower necklaces. Fair trade. You introduced me to him, and you told me you loved him. So I smiled and never told you that you broke my heart. One year later, I see you again on Alki with that pretty white dress two sizes too big. You know the one. You, making the crisp air around me stuffy and warm. I smile. You smile. You turn towards me and I see her. She looks like you. I smile. Her hair is like snow white, just like you. I always wanted to tell you you reminded me of snow white. You tell me he’s not in the picture. I know. I still love you, but I’m too immature to tell you that I don’t want to be with a person who has a kid. I’m too immature to understand why I liked you so much to begin with. So I smile, and say to your little girl, you look just like your mommy. We part ways, and you don’t know, but I look back before you disappear to see you and her, bare feet, swallowing the Seattle sunlight whole like you did two years ago. Three months later, I hear a rumor. It said you left. No goodbye, you were just gone. Her too. I see your story in the news. I cry. I wanted to tell you so much. I wanted to tell you, I love you. I love you and the way you eat sunshine. I love you looked like snow white. I love you coagulating the air around me till I can’t move. I love you and your daughter. But it’s too late. You left. I don’t blame you for leaving, I blame myself for not stopping you. I wished you would eat the sun for me one more time. I wished I could say I love you. Not mentally. I wished you knew. I love you. Please wait for me. Your daughter, she will wait for you too. I’ll find her. I promise. Love, Me


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