Pencil and paper, is that all it takes?
wrong.It takes perfect words
sweet time, a million tears
strength? to write
to pour out your feelings?
to say goodbye?
letting go seems easy
til its written out
onto a clean sheet of paper
the hours you spent writing
searching for the right words
answering questions, that may be inquired
deciding when you should do it
is there ever a perfect time to go?
you’ve written several notes before
but this time it overwhelms you
your train of thought? gone?
your tears? never ending?
death? undecided?
that note will never be read.
at least not for a while.
is it not perfect yet?
or does fear take over?
it’s folded, neatly
slid away with the rest
waiting.
waiting.
for another day