a thank you note

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.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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