To Whom This May Concern
I realized today that I was still in love,
but not with you, but rather
with what used to be you.
I’m in love with a girl
that used to occupy your space…
I’m in love with a memory.
Each poem or prose that I write
usually ends with me begging you
to not be a stranger.
This time I’m writing
to whom this may concern.
Shit happens, I guess.
Like the beast once sang,
the memory of you
resides in my heart,
tormenting me for evermore.
I’m glad you’re out there finding yourself,
growing and learning like you should.
What you did was a selfish necessity.
I’m doing the same these days.
You’ve changed and we’ve all noticed.
I’m proud of you, Sunshine.
If you end up trying to find someone,
make sure they’re someone of worth,
someone who’s going places,
someone who treats you with respect
and most importantly,
someone who Chloe approves of.
A resident at the nursing home
taught me to not believe in goodbyes,
but I’m not entirely sure she crunched the numbers,
so I’ll just leave you with this:
I’ll see you on the other side of time, Sunshine.
Love,
Kevvo