I kind of wish we could have worked out
despite me leaving you.
And I hope since you are no longer on
this earth you’re in a place like heaven.
And that maybe somehow through the
ethers you can read this message.
I truly believe that is possible. I believe
the deceased sometimes can feel
when someone is writing something
to or about them.
And I have what I feel are concrete
reasons for believing that.
I wish I hadn’t been an introvert and
you an extrovert that became more
interested in being out with your
friends than maintaining our love.
And though I had to leave you,
unable to cope with the loneliness,
and because you were never going
to change,
I felt bad for you when you called me
once in a while throughout the years
hoping that maybe we could get back
together again for another try.
I wasn’t being mean or spiteful when
I could never go back to loving you.
When my heart is broken by someone,
I just cannot take the risk of that
person breaking it again no matter how
contrite she seems or says she’s changed.
I just can’t do it.
But I was sad to hear of when you
died in your fifties decades ago,
and I hope you went to a better place
where death was a doorway to a
glorious life for you, and maybe we’ll
meet again when I go through that doorway too.
Bob