Letters Never Sent

“We lay aside letters never to read them again, and at last we destroy them out of discretion, and so disappears the most beautiful, the most immediate breath of life, irrecoverable for ourselves and for others.” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Dear Dad,

There is so much I want to say to you. Things I feel you need to hear, things I feel I need to tell you. As per your modus operandi, you bailed before I was old enough to articulate these feelings correctly. And death certainly is a permanent way out. Well done on that front.

So much to say, but for right now, I'll leave you with something that reminded me of you. There isn't a lot I inherited from you, other than a huge portion of my physical appearance, intelligence, and imperfect emotional well-being, but one thing was a passion for music. And the keen interest in the very best music.

This one's for you.

Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt
Because of you
I try my hardest just to forget everything
Because of you
I don't know how to let anyone else in
Because of you
I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty
Because of you
I am afraid

The Daughter Formerly Known As,
Your Buddy