To Whom It May Concern

I remember very well,
The time you first appeared to me.
A smile on a rainy day,
A letter written in the sand
Eroded by time and tears of tide
The image has nearly faded,
But I hold tightly to its yellowed pages in hopes
Of retaining a faint scent,
A memory of sentiment for what
Dawned that day.
You came to me, and entrusted with a view
Into the shadows of your life,
The pain of days passed, lost secrets,
And some lies unforgiven.
Why is it now, you find the need
To lock yourself inside?
I know you too well for you
To hide behind the man you wish to be.
It took me three winters to realize
I feel the way I do.
I miss you in your absence;
I'll wait when I think there's just a chance
Of finding you again.
If the words could be captured
Like a photograph of undiscovered truth,
A still painting of a nameless song,
I'd have the courage to tell you
I love the man you are.

© 1998, Jennifer D. Lac Kamp