Another day of summer
Passes me by
Walking outside
The chill of fall in the air
A constant reminder
I'm here
Not there
I check through the mail
As I walk up the steps
Bills, bills, bills
And a letter for me
Small hand writing
Scrribbled "To Rosalie"
I run up the stairs
To my new room
I tear off the top
It couldn't have come too soon
I stopped
And read
Words
"We miss you"
Phrases
"Come back!"
Promises
"We'll never forget you"
If only it were truly like that
I'm just fading
Fading from there minds
Soon all that will be left
Would be me
And this east coast kind
I sigh
Wipe a stray tear
Scribble a reply
I can't get past "dear"
So I toss it aside
With all the others
The only things that remain
Are the small letters
YOU ARE READING
Staged
ŞiirThis is my first try at a poem book, a poem book with a story. Rosalie Carter writes her life through words, this is her journal. Follow her through a tale of love, hate, confusion, and finding where you belong. Finding out what is real, and what, ...
