A Birthday Letter
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Well now this is sad and tragic
For both of us to hear
You and I at cross purposes
Ever our fate, my Dear
I just found your correspondence
Last letter that you sent
It was, I think, the final time
That you called me a friend
It was in a pile of papers
From my old mother’s house
With other cards and notes you gave
Back when we were devout
I will use these words to explain
In a way you’ll never see
That this miscommunication
Gave a wrong view of me
You sent it at a year or so
After we were finished
Within its words I sense your hope
Love not yet diminished
I think you may have mentioned it
After you came back home
When I once tried to talk but you
Walked by and wouldn't slow
A mutual friend spoke of it
Some two decades ago
And I was mystified because
I simply didn’t know
I didn’t recall the letter
Forgotten its receipt
But when I found and read its words
I recalled its described deeds
Your letter was at my mother’s
‘Cause I was hurt so bad
Surgery and medications
With healing to be had
Received it at my college house
Held tight in my clutches
I tore open with alacrity
Falling from my crutches
I read part of your note that day
Stuck it in my duffel
Packed your other notes and cards
Then off to hospital
Brought it with your other writings
To give me some comfort
As I would just be sitting long
'Til I was recovered
And after the operation
Sitting up late at night
Unable to sleep sound because
Meds made my heartbeat slight
I recall being sad one eve
In Mother's modest home
Watching her little poor TV
Reviewing your slim tomes
In your letter, amazing lands!
And magical far places!
And one hundred mile per hour
Motorcycle chases!
Such experiences you had all
Through Europe’s bevelled plains!
But I in healing poverty
Felt sore lament and pain
I could not join you there, at least
Not for several years
Did you even want me to try?
You couldn’t know that fear
Your family was very wealthy
It’s hard for you to see
The lowly circumstances
That were the start of me
You never knew how bad it felt
My inadequacy
To give you that magnificence
That you deserved to be
Poor upbringing was no problem
For your generous heart
You never held it against me
Never pushed us apart
But it caused misunderstandings
From worlds so different
And my worries about it too
Increased how much it meant
Your year away almost over
You soon were coming back
I was thinking about renewal
And fixing what I lacked
I read your letter ‘til I saw
Your plans a year away
When you said with hopefulness
You might move there to stay
That is on the note's second page
I never read page three
‘Cause that's the point I thought I knew
That you were lost to me
That line tore open scars I'd grown
To cover up my thought
In saddened anger when you said
Long plans were all for naught
This point had always burned and caused
Lost confident self-worth
I feared you'd put me to the side
For accidents of birth
But if I'd read a bit further
For a lover's redress
Was hid a slight request you made
In false casualness
You sought a call for an event
Bare affection from me
The letter asked for that small sign
Of simple courtesy
The call never came to you on
Your twenty-first birthday
I can see your astonishment
At disregard that way
How could a boy you had loved so
Selflessly and so much
Avoid that solitary act
And chance to keep in touch?
You were badly hurt thereafter
There was no getting through
Your broken heart gave a verdict
And that's when I lost you
My Precious Girl, I’d have called you
There’s no way I wouldn’t
Healing slow on a pleather couch
There's no way I couldn't
Like truth serum the meds would have
Sucked away all my fight
I’d have called you...so so quickly
I’d have called you...ev’ry night
I used to wish for your number
I was so ready too
I’d been pondering what we’d had
And I still wanted you
It’s a tragedy in our lives
As that was your last sign
Of my lack of real love for you
And fickle boyish mind
It rankles so much in me now
Since that's not how it was
It’s just one of those fateful things
God’s little joke on us
A Happy Belated Birthday
For now and all your life
I wish you joyous contentment
And love that’s free from strife
But I know something deeply in
My bones and in my soul
I know I would have called you if
I’d read your letter full
And I’d have wished you way back then
A Happy Birthday too
And I’d have told you on that call
How much I still loved you
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