Dear You,

I found it today, that letter.
On my battered old bookshelf.
The tears that had been shed smeared the blue ink.


I found it today, that letter you wrote me,
the one where you said you never could have loved me,
The one that broke my heart.


I found that same old letter,
the one you handed to me on a rainy day,
Remember? The letter that broke my heart?
That one pargraph letter that had me screaming why?


I found your letter today, and you know what-I smiled. When I looked down upon that sad little letter, I laughed.


And I took a step out into the windy day, and let it go. I just thought you might like to know.




Sincerely,




Me