I got the news

& I’m sorry I was not there

that final day

you closed your eyes.

When we met,

time lasted forever

did we care what time it was?

time tricked us

time slowly took our life energy

exchanging our time together

for money, more money, always

for more money

& we separated

not on purpose

just because work took us

different directions —

every few years we would

cross paths

I think it was meant to be &

I think God was trying to

get us together again

but money’s VOICE

became louder than God’s voice

and we would kiss & hug & plan

to get together . . .


months &

years passed.

Last year I saw a Christmas card

you sent

and I stopped

& wrote a long letter

on parchment paper

saying soon

we will get together

to spend our last days


A friend of ours

wrote to me and said

you were thrilled

to read my letter

and planned to write back

as soon as she felt better

I waited . . .

days passed

weeks passed


your eyes closed a final time.

Our friend wrote again:

I needed to write to you

your address was on her envelope

I know she hoped for a future



Another time, another place

your arms will reach

for each other

& you will

finally become one.


By Jim Wortham, May 1, 2023


Published by Jim Wortham

As a teen, wanted to live from writing poetry. Wrote several books, selling nationally. Hung out with readers throughout the United States. My writing has been on back burner. Now dusting off my desk and have my pen in hand. Hope you enjoy some of what I write.

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