someday, a poem by frank kelso wolfe.

below is a poem written by frank wolfe just 3 days before he gave up living for only light. it is dated october 4, 2014. he wrote it for a family friend, richard fulmer.

it may resonate through the want of warmer seasons, as we have less sunshine in winter months. and it may resonate just because it is meant to, as you peel your way down the page to read these words.

someday
by frank kelso wolfe

through our kitchen window

the evening sun glows on the basket of fruit

and my tears are drying.

i feel my body

and hear the forever constant hum

of the refrigerator

and my thoughts.


over the phone we just played

a serious game of basketball

in your driveway

when we were young enough to love each other

with bumps and sweat.


now we walk in the autumn of things

and the cruelty and kindness

is seeing through the glass

and wishing you could hold someone or something

so tight that time stops


but the sun has set

so i get up and close the curtains

and know that someday

we'll all be dead.


that's not how i'd like to end this poem

but i can't think of anything else i'm so sure of.

and i love you.

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