I read your letter today,
once, twice, thrice?
How many lifetimes have I read your letter through?
I read it in the burning sun
and in the icy waters of the Pacific,
I read it among the cool breezes
and grazing sheep,
among the cliffs of Dover.
I read your letter today
and it made me cry.
I had forgotten what tears of happiness were.
I had forgotten how much love you had for me.
I still remember your last prayer for me,
I still remember how you wished
that one day I would be loved unconditionally.
I heard all the words you never said.
I felt all the dreams you never dreamt
that and day and forever onwards.
Now all I have left is your letter,
my friend, my brother,
and I will recall those times we prayed
and ate cake.
Your kind eyes were a little bit sharper towards me.
I know you loved who I was
and I know you won't love who I am now.
I hope you are at peace, brother,
and know that I will remember you always,
at least, in the form of a letter.