Poetic Letter #5

Dear stranger who I now call friend,

I'm sorry I kept you waiting
While moments multiplied
Became minutes became hours
The sun set, the sun rose
Over and over again,
Yet I remained silent.

Time is fleeting currently
Like water dripping, running
Through the hands trying
To grasp what cannot stay.
Someone, please stop the hands
On my clock from racing!

Do you remember the time
When you asked for advise
Before we wrote to each other?
I wonder, my bitter blue friend,
Were those few words helpful?
I really hope it's better now.

I have a report due this week
Already way behind schedule
Which is only partly my fault
Because I really needed rest
Because I love to run away
From obligations 'till they catch up

I leave my boss waiting as well
A miracle he didn't call me yet
To tell me that it's over
Or maybe I am really lucky
And my task is something
He doesn't want to do either

Either way, that's the situation
I wish I could tell you something else
Like that I have become addicted
To "Welcome To Night Vale"
And fell in love with Cecil's voice
The moment that I first heard it.

I could tell you that I intend
To rent a boat in summer
For a delayed birthday party
Where all dress up as pirates
Because that'd be no fun in winter.
Did I mention I am slightly weird?

I could tell you that I finally
Wrote and send two dreadful emails
Apologizing to two friends
I haven't spoken two for months
Because I was ashamed of my silence
And I didn't know how to end it.

Also, I spoke to my father
But I think the news I had
Might have upset him a bit
Because Christmas equals family
And I am rarely around
During the rest of the year.

But Christmas time is stressful
If you have not only one, not two
But three families you need to see
So I wanted to stay home this year
Not chasing busses or trains.
So now I'm torn apart.

But enough about my troubles
Which might have been avoided
If I could get a little better at this
Whole "being a grown up" thingy.
After all, it can be fun as well
Once the work pays off.

I hope you are doing well
And much better than me
I hope you can still wear a smile
After all, even mine's still real
Or are you in need of a jar
Filled with sun beams of summer?
 
I hope to read from you soon
Your words dancing like butterflies
Carrying even the soft smell
Of softener used on clothes
It reminded me of white flowers
And soft downy feathers.

Sincerely yours,
Diluculi