Dear Mr. Willis

Dear Mr. Willis,

Last year I found you

Dead on your doorstep

with your hand 

Just out of reach

Of yesterday's newspaper.

Your neighbors say they didn't notice.

How can you not notice

A dead man on a doorstep?

They said it was simple,

They just didn't think to look. 

I was only looking because I was angry,

Angry about a C- 

While you were lying

Stone-cold on your front walkway. 

It seems silly now,

But it was important to me at the time. 

The doctors say it was a stroke,

A random

Uncontrolable thing. 

But sometimes I wonder,

Was it really the stroke that killed you

Or was it being a Professor.

Kids arguing about grades and essays

And whether or not you're teaching the class right.

I just wanted to say

I'm sorry I didn't find you

Until it was too late. 

I hope you like it wherever you are

And if you see her

Could you say hello to Amelia Earheart for me?

And maybe,

Ask her how she died?

Sincerely, Alvin

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741