a thank you note
i remember leaving town at fifteen years old
– when i said good-bye
— to our coffee shop hangout
— (wandering, lonely, abandoned….)
— your touch on my shoulders
made me cry
–when i had no tears
I didn’t want to say good-bye. It was one of those farewells that has stuck with me for over half my life now. I was a tough kid. An independent kid, even as a toddler “do it by self” was my motto (and that is how I said it, “by self”) and I hated ever needing anything from anyone. I was born that way. Over the years there have been a few people who somehow by-passed my drive to be entirely self-contained. OK. Maybe a few is a bit of an exaggeration. There were a few people my old soul would except gifts from. And one person who could reach right in and find the place in me that will break down in tears in the middle of a busy coffee shop and not give a flying flip who sees.
I think this was written in 2003. But I’m really not sure on that count, it could very well have been before that. Funny that I remember the good-bye crystal clear but have no recollection of writing the note. And terribly sad that I am 12 (or maybe more!) years late in sending the note. Better late than never.