I'm cleaning my closets
for my upcoming move
treasures I'm finding
and love they all prove
for in a closet
all covered with dust
is an old typewriter
a half written letter,
read it I must
It simply says darling
when you find this someday
it will mean I have left
but I wanted to stay
I have always loved you
and forever will
Take care of yourself
See you later, Bill
At the bottom tear stained
there is one other line
If you don't find this
you have gone on before
we'll meet again
Of this I am sure


Comments: 53
Thanks...
being stuck there hurts - and makes for great poetry!
Thank you!
you say you're 'stuck' on this..it is for a reason .Stay stuck till you unstick..then it'll be time to move
be good to Elsie!
Your poem is a Feature in the Triple Name Club.
This move unveils so much for you that was locked up in your memories; it must be very emotional to find this letter, Iknow I have tears in my eyes.
Know that we are here for you . . . bunches of ((((HUGS))))
Blessings
'it will mean I have left
but I wanted to stay'... How can you express it better?
Even if it's the former, it still must have made you cry an ocean.
ha ha
(people have a lot of stuff - huh?)
Oh, and the poem - charming. The first part of moving can be like excavating.
What a moment that must have been when you found that letter. I'm sure that the world stood still for a moment.
Through you we know that Bill was a wonderful man and we know that your re-union with him will be a time when Heavan rejoices.
I agree fully with what Bhawana wrote. I too wiped away a tear.