Letters (Poem by Marysa Writes)

I left you a noteon the doorstep in the meadowwhere I witnessed your first teardrop.The day you plucked petalsoff daisiesand swore to become stonelike the wallat the base of the river. 

I left you a noteon the porch swing in the gardenwhere we shared our first drinkand you confessedthe way your insides were alivebeneath the concreteyou mixedfor the water to set around you.The day you told me of the weightpressing against the damsyou built around your heart,and began writing your namein bottle caps.

I left you a notein the mail slotat the rehabilitation centerwhere you spent six monthsproving to yourselfthat the addiction was notprotection;a guard against your feelingsno matter how hardyou tried to force it to be.

I left you a notein the Starbuckson the street with no signwhere I witnessed you soberfor the first time since seventeen.And you promised to godthat this was the goodbyeto watching your downfalls

I wrote you these noteswith a hand guided by hopeon the doorstep in the meadowwhere I’m now forced to realizethe meaning behind those words.And I wonderif somewhereyou’re witnessing my first teardrop.