A LETTER NEVER SENT
By John Thomas Tuft
I know you probably don’t remember my name
But you gave me a glimpse of a different way to be me
On an early summer’s eve in upstate New York
For a few short hours I was completely free.
I was laying in a field staring up at the stars
When I heard you laughing as you shuttered your small store
When I sat up you saw me and came to say hello
And the story promised in your eyes had me wanting more.
I told you how my friends abandoned me to go explore the city
You worried about getting me a good warm meal
I was entranced by the breeze playing in your hair
We sang an old sea chanty as I wondered if all this was real.
You stood, took my hand, and led me down the lane
I was lost in the promise of your curves as we journeyed along
We turned in at the home of your family, I remember warm glow
Laughter and conversation within bonds that showed strong.
Later you walked me back as I cherished the thought of a kiss
And I marveled at our ease even as I felt an aching start
For what is one night in the timeline of our lives
A treasure tucked away, a letter never sent, a small crack in the heart?