A Letter Poem by Dennis Ernesto Ruiz

Dearest,
It should be hard for me.
Now i'm reminded
Of how long it has been...
The memories seem not to let go
Of this heart.
The kiss, the daffodils and
The dandelions flowing in the air
They seem to go to heaven
Those li'l chutes fly
By every breeze, draft and wind,
they bend away my mind.
My fingers long to
Run themselves into your hair, A
And my eyes still feel your smile.
Let me smile once more
As i let go of the cold, dew-damped grass
Where we lie once and figure out
The clouds....
The clouds are, now, just clouds...
There, where you are.
As i stand in the rain
Staring at the epitaph
'Here, here are the goodbyes'.
Maybe that is as
It should be
Goodbye.
From,
Me