I sent the letter too late
he died the day before
he was due to receive it.
In it I told him how much I loved him,
how much he meant to me.
I sent the letter just on time
he died the morning after he received it
his wife said he read it three times that day
from his cancer-ridden bed
and he smiled, not at what I wrote to him
but at what we meant to one another,
how the decades had fused us together
even when so far apart.
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