before

Before I went to the Garden, believing I´d never come back, the prospect seemed so appealing, I wrote a letter to each person I considered to be a friend, whom I believed I loved.
The thing was, I had so much love in me, where it came from, I just couldn´t quite figure out, after living through a lot of rejection in early years, I guess it was just the thing to do, love, instead of despite.
But the envelopes, they stayed empty in the end, it must have been, I was never good with words and my emotions too strong to put them on paper. So when I had left, and my past soon became blurry, I just had the ghost of hope, that they´d know, how dearly I loved them all.


Robert Mel Parkner, Garden City