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Dear Sam

There were so many things left unsaid.

By Jillian SpiridonPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
Image by pictures101 from Pixabay

Hello, my old friend, where are you today?

I left a message once, did you get it?

I'm sitting at lake's edge as the trees sway;

you're still far from here, so I'll wait a bit.

*

Hi again, just wondering how you've been.

I missed your call last week; are you all right?

The thin wisps of clouds look like a cat's grin;

I so wish you were here to glimpse the sight.

*

It's been a few weeks, so I worry more.

You're drifting away like kites with no strings.

You're becoming a part of my past lore;

you have taken flight elsewhere with new wings.

*

I wrote you letters that I never sent;

I am one place you no longer frequent.

sad poetry

About the Creator

Jillian Spiridon

just another writer with too many cats

twitter: @jillianspiridon

to further support my creative endeavors: https://ko-fi.com/jillianspiridon

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