A Perfect Day To Go Poem by Cecil (cj) Krieger

I watched
While the tall weeds
Waved back and forth
And the north wind bellowed
Down an old mountainside trail

The sky
Once bright baby blue
Magically changed steely gray
While gathered itself
Readying for the oncoming rains

The dampness in the air
Hung like a fortuneteller
With a very sad face
About ready to read a future
No one wanted to hear
While I opened the door
To an empty house
That I once had called
My home

Walking into the kitchen
I sat down at the table
Where an envelope
Had been carefully placed
Lying in wait
Between an unmatched ivory salt
And wooden pepper shaker

To this day
That envelope still remains
Unopened
I didn’t need to read
The letter you wrote
To understand why you had gone
Nor did I need to see the words
Or feel the pain that they held

Looking out of the window
I couldn’t help thinking
As the rain started to fall
What a perfect day you had picked
To go