we lived together

in intent and word

and all in our letters


fell in love

with me

and I

with you

we lived upon

the banks of the page

and flourished in the paragraphs

of our most private selves

sharing all the glorious and inglorious

happenings of yesterdays revisited

familial moments restored

and the supreme wonder

of love


the pens have been replaced

and such life once enjoyed with you

has swept off her porch of sense

and sent you on your way

it was your death

that wrote your final love

letter to me

painful as it was

and ever will be

to read...........

( written Feb. 4,20007 645am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

for M.A.K. hard as it was to write it had to be written if only for my own peace of mind ere heart.

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