"The Letter"
by:
Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD
I
A small pile had gathered by my feet
Crumpled paper with your name on them
I had started and stopped saying
Words that I might letter be condemned
II
To say these things to you
Felt like committing a crime
It had taken me all this night
To think express what was in my mind
III
Yet there are words and thoughts
And I felt the paper would not except them
So I crumple each and everyone
Still not able to finish this letter.
Optum. Quezon City. October 09 , 2021. 6:47am
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