A Letter Written In June Poem by Kyle Williams

A letter from the coward:
My heart has never been broken,
it beats tom tom like a drum with prime red skin.
Tears of agony have never run down my brown cheeks
only acne and grease has rubbed along my bouncy flesh…
You tell me " your tears are welled up in the pink matter
at the side of your eyes, one day a cracked smile will split that jewel."
I have neither felt jealousy nor have I ever been jilted by a capricious lover.
People confess to me their sorrow, I listen, try to conjure up some compassion
from the pit of my stomach but always end up to tell them of tomorrow
without ever understanding today.

So I decided to write a letter,
me the coward who never tried to feel pain,
to try to explain this angst of unfeeling and missed opportunity.
To my potential lovers of the past and my youthful self,
I apologize for my pride,
the inevitably of seeing flaw in you and myself.
Never risking happiness.
To my friends, the little who remained.
The callous hand and the cold shoulder
were never my objects.
I never knew what it meant to be a good friend,
one who cared or kept in touch
and no amount of brave effort could make me learn.
To my family who I wished I could have returned
all the love you had shown,
I beg your forgiveness for a laggard's pace
and showing a coward's face among you.