| Why Not Me? Rain drops fell on my skin, soaked by my garments. The storm grew louder as the howling in my heart continued. Icy cold swept my landscape chilling deeply my bones. I read the letter in my hand and her love she�d not renewed. Downcast I wept the tears of loneliness and pined for her return. The letter shook as my mind rewound memories of happy days. I knew she would find new friends to help her in her new life. I can see her smile and hear the laughter even through the haze. The letter was from me to her, the one she never got. I was late in mailing it and the news came the morning after. I toured the tracks where she was found in the car lifeless in the back. The sister in the letter, of things I said that really mattered. I�d neglected telling her of the things she meant to me. Of how we always cared so much and watched each others back. Why with her so sweet and I was not, was she taken from me? Was I so undeserving now I dress in black? I read it over as if today, events of long ago. I put the letter back in the drawer where it had lain for many years. It joined the others I have written knowing she will see. How much I loved and cared for her all stained with many tears. The Masked Writer <-.-> <,.-> <_ _> � 2001 T Lovett |