Dear, John..
A letter from the mortician
Dear John,
You look misplaced,
Here, on the metal table.
Disheveled beard, jowls stiff.
I'm glad I didn't know you
Before your accident,
It would have been demanding
To overlook your bruises.
But now I see them,
As part of you,
As if you bore them
All your life.
Dear John, you're no one's.
No one came to claim you,
And Even though you're tall
And fairly handsome
Nobody's filling out the forms
Your leather jacket came with you.
It looks a little better
than you will ever look now.
I could've been your Mrs. Doe.
A happy couple. I'm also no one's.
I also love the bikes,
the speed, the venture.
I could've
sat behind you, on the stretch
from Omaha to Denver;
And hug you tight, so neither of us,
Would feel alone
Becoming one with pavement.
Dear John..
What life we could have had.
Sincerely,
Your Never Missus.
About the Creator
Salomé Saffiri
Writing - is my purpose. I feel elated when my thoughts assume shapes, and turn into Timberwolves, running through the snowbound planes of fresh paper, leaving the black ink of their paw prints behind.
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