. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Last Letter of Reconciliation

Wednesday, September 14, 2022

The Last Letter of Reconciliation

 


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Salute.



Like a wild rare untamed  

Middlemist Red flower  



With such raw and stunning eyes  

Filled with such power


When I look back


I was never really ready for you  

That's why I did what I had to do


But now I'm eighty-five and a regular walker


Down Regrets  

Long and lonely


Memory filled Avenue


Maybe things would have been different


If I had the courage


That dared me to push on


To pursue and woo you


My walk normally starts at 25


When we first met


Dancing to Van Morrison in the rain


Drinking liquor and getting wet


Then to 33


The day I lost the real me


When I went working for that Railroad


By the sea


The fateful day  

I met my second love


Mary-Lee


And left you to wither with sweetly spoken lies


I used to weave  

Like magical spells


To deceive


The Doc says  

I only got a day or so left


So I'm leaving this letter in my will


Along with that old Van Morrison tape


I've always kept


Which I used to play in the rain


Sitting on my porch


Thinking of us happy


Getting wet


Before I walked down  

Regrets


Long and lonely


Memory filled Avenue


Crying about all the lies I told you


That I hope  

I'll soon forget


I can only hope you lived a good life


Since mine's been so hard


Jimmy J  

Went to Nam


And bought a bullet with a free ride to an early grave


Shelly-Anne  

Bless her soul


Got run over


Going shopping with  

Taylor


And that red car breaks


Broke


And there were no stopping


My Mary-Lee  

Passed over two years ago


I took her up North  

For one last look


At the white snow


I can always remember her crying and saying this  



To this very day


**George**


**Why do we get old**


**Where everyone around has died or is dying**


**Is this part of some twisted plan**


Well


I kissed all those sad tears away and brought her home


To sit on our marble porch as it rained


Listening to Van Morrison singing about real pain


So to the end


As my writing hand starts shaking


I've written all I've got left


As a gift in that check


For life's been too hard at times


That many will never see


But your memories before I went working


For that railroad by the sea


Have always carried me


So I send this will  

With all my old love


Light a candle in church for me when you get this letter and check


Whenever it arrives at night


For in two days  

I'll be gone


To be just another twinkling star


Only to be seen in the twilight


Smiling from afar  



For wherever God shines his light


No matter that we're over my baby blue


A part of me will always belong to you



(C)  

Copyright John Duffy


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