THE LETTER
Daniel Jeremy Perz

Maybe for the better
I dismiss you sooner
Rather than later
Not even a goodbye
Didn’t I
deserve that much?
I admit
it gave me a rush
to hear your voice
reading softly in my head
How’d you make the choice
to leave without explaining it
Your letter, so cryptic it fed
my lust for knowledge
albeit skimpy and on the edge
of heartless and cold
Have you yet been so bold
to trick another like you did me
then let him go free
No explanations intended
No regrets needed
Your goodbye note
with no goodbye
Haunts me to this day still
I said "I will,
I will forget your deception."
But I know if you came back
I’d welcome you with open arms
Regardless of your reception
by the rest of the pack
Then I’d forget the harm
that’s taken a toll
on my already faint soul
I read your note
again and again
in my head:

"Dear lover
I’ve been called to
leave, you must do
what is right,
right? I wish I could
explain myself tonight,
but I’m running out of time
running low on good, will
I ever see you? Love, mine
to you, I know you’d kill
for one last chance
one last, final dance.
"So long ago, I left you,
I realize,
you must visualize
the pain I went through
When I had to leave
you, to never see again
Your soul will seethe
with hate, love, need
to grieve
You’ll ask ‘when?’
I say, don’t get your hope
Up, it will come down
A smile melts away to a frown
"It was good
knowing
one so strong
I was wrong
Thinking
Our relationship would
Float into the sunset
over the ocean
into the clouds
I’m sorry to get
you unsettled and in commotion
as if we were separated by crowds
The only thing
which keeps us apart
is I, if you’re wondering
if I still have a heart
the answer is no
I left it with you"

So vague
It wouldn’t help to beg
for a decent reason
for you to leave me behind
and never say goodbye


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