One last letterA Poem by MandaClarineWritten for a friend whose husband died in combat.I want to write a poem about you and me, but if I do I wouldn’t be able to breath. Your poem will be the last one I write. Because writing a poem about you would be a nuclear bomb exploding in the center of my heart. A self-inflicting pain that will surely put me to my grave. The letter you wrote me a while back still sits in the unopened envelope atop your flag. I cannot open it because if I do, I will lose what is left of you. That one last letter. What if I open it? It will surly kill me but would that be so bad? Then I would be with you. But I will not, you taught me to be strong. I feel you at night when I am holding her. You never saw her in your physical form but I know you watch over her. You would have been the best of friends, I will spoil her like I know you would have. There is a picture in her room that she points to, she knows you. This one last letter I will read on my deathbed. It will be my calling to you. When you hear me read your letter, wait there for me, I will be there. © 2014 MandaClarineAuthor's Note
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