The Letter
Tears roll unbound down my cheeks
I refold the page, its paper worn
Re-read many times, many years
.
The letter fell
Lost
Left alone and cold
On the street
.
I look up, around
There,
Rounding the far corner
I glimpse
A woman of a certain age
It is her name typewritten in black
Her heart held by the words
Her life bent over backward
.
My fingers brush her shoulder
Padded for protection
An illusion of strength
Her head turns
Our eyes speak
My tears tell the tale
She knows
Her history struck my heart
.
I clutch her tightly
Hold her close
Tears flowing freely
She tilts my face to hers gently
Her rough thumb
Wipes away my pain
She whispers softly
It’s Ok, – I survived
.
She lets go
I am left
Alone and cold
She disappears into the fracas of people
Rushing along the street.
.
Cheryle April 11, 2015
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