Dear John Poem by Robert Dominicci

Words are printed with ink
On white trees
To tell us a story

Whether it’s one to be blue
Or one that rejoices our heart to heaven
A story, it always tells to be true

Here away in this far forgotten land
I thrive for each story of heart

Each ink filled line from edge to edge
Everyone round tipped word
And every dotted “i”

For every word that is said
In every letter sent to me
No matter how hard the mission is
I come back with the company

Your letters give me strength
Your heart helps mine live
I wish I could write u this letter
But I cannot say a word

It’s not because I don’t want to
And not because it won’t reach you
And not because I don’t love you
But because the last letter you sent
Was known as “Dear John”