Letter to the Past
I have never been one to write letters that begin with dear
I have never been one to write letters at all, actually
I have never been one to say hello or smile that much
because I hate my voice and how my mouth curls
so crudely into something more of a grimace.
For me the past isn’t a series of events that had trans
pired, I don’t believe anything ever really ends
and history repeats itself anyway, doesn’t it?
Just yesterday, for instance, a stranger smiled at me
from across the street and it reminded me
so much of you that I started to cry right there
and when I looked up, he was gone and I felt
a little bit better. What I mean is that the pain
won’t ever really go away, would it?
Because for me, the past is you
and I’ve never really been one to say goodbye.