Merry Christmas
 

I keep dialing the same numbers over and over again
hoping that life will fade into dream and you will answer,
whisper, tap back everything I have missed.
I write you letters and poems and questions diing for answers only to have them returned and unopened.
The ringing of the phone keeps me starved and famished waiting for the parting of your lips and the words that I long for.

If I had the heart I would go to the cemetary and visit you, give you the flowers that would have decayed if you received them the last time you said I love you.
The peddles are flat with jagged little ends, they run accross my cheek and drown in pools of dirt.

Why would I subject a life that is green and lush as a plant to the emptiness of the questions I have yet to ask.
I miss you and love you I hope your rest is well and one day your embrace will hold me strong.
I miss you mom.
Merry Christmas

Chauncey, that is one of the most amazing things I have ever read. So much sincere emotion packed into so few words.

Thank you so very much for sharing this.

I have to agree with Jadey. This is astonishingly deep, full of sadness - intense sadness.