The Note

The Note

Where was the note?
That crumpled paper
A faintly scrawled good bye
Tangible evidence of your pain
Of a conscious choice to leave.

Where is it?

Through each memory I have rummaged
Overturning boxes, emptying bags
Desperate for your final word.
Where you said you loved me,
Were proud of me,
Would forever be beside me,
Before you sank beneath the waters.

Where is the letter?
Your Pen on paper,
A testament of intent
To take away your light
To rid us of such joy.

There was no note,
No goodbye,
No explanation given,
The parchment blank
Forever white as snow.