Your Last Card

The last card you wrote to me,
sits in my parents draw
marked for my 21st birthday,
and not to be opened till that day.

There are so many reasons
for me to obey what you said,
but one thing is stopping me,
from giving myself a day of antagonising dread.

I want to read it on my birthday,
to make it better for me,
instead of the pain I've been having every year
and the sorrow that catches in my breath.

Your last card
gives me so much grief
because I know it will never live up to,
the life that you had shared.

Why did you leave me here?