Wednesday, August 6, 2025

Letters to People From My Past, Present, and Future

 

These are poems I wrote as letters to people that are unsent. I don't know if these people will ever see them (especially the letter from the past). But I thought I'd post them here anyway and let the whole world read them. The theme is one letter from someone in my past. Another letter to someone in my present. And a letter sent to someone in my future.

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All poems Copyright 2025 Samantha Jean Tate. All Rights Reserved.


A Letter to Almost...But Not Quite...

By: Samantha Jean Tate

You were the what-if that I couldn't shake

A football hero in a hospital hallway

I kept replaying that weekend

You dancing with me,

You protecting me from afar.

Staring.

Me,

hoping for a different ending.

But your silence spoke.

And ended the movie.

The credits rolled,

you played a major role.

In my heart and in my healing.

Even though we've both moved on,

you're still special to me.

Thank you for being a light

when I needed one.

Even if only for a moment.




Chosen By: Samantha Jean Tate


You walked into my life like you'd been there all along

A simple Facebook friend request

I'm glad I accepted.

You didn't ask for proof I was worthy—

you just said

"You're one of my best friends."

And it felt like I was picked first

When I was always the last one.

Thank you for your love, your kindness

Your unwavering support

Thank you for being you

I love you bestie!



To the One I Haven't Met...

By: Samantha Jean Tate


I haven't met you

Yet,

Some part of myself feels like

I already know you.

Maybe in the way I see couples laugh

And hold hands

While strolling the beach.

Or how I pour my soul into poems

Meant for someone who is on their way.

Even if we do not unite in this lifetime,

Rest assure, we will be united

In another time, in another place.

For now, I will keep dreaming

About the love I feel from your soul

I will keep being the hopeless romantic

Who will manifest you,

One way or another.

I love you, my person.

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