🐳 Dearest Kimberly Carlton, Case Number: 90-Cf-14869-A🐳 Poem by James McLain

I write to you, my words carried on waves of time, longing for understanding, for connection. You told me to call, and I did;

My voice sought yours across the silence, but your call did not return.
In your eyes, perhaps, the worst of humanity stands stark and bare—have you not the strength to see its counterpoint, the luminous best?

Forty years, like grains of sand through trembling fingers, have been taken by the tide.
Manuel Menendez Jr. claimed them, yet justice, steady and impartial, has weighed the years, the loss, the pain.

I ask not for pity, but for clarity, for the light that comes when the truth is seen whole.

Do you not feel it, Kimberly, the pulse of life that binds us all?

The ocean that breathes with the moon,
the waves that dance to the sun's eternal rhythm,
the silver flicker of fishes darting beneath—are we not
part of this great tapestry,
each thread vital, each story infinite?
I am, they are, we all are, when we are at our best.

I seek neither vengeance nor absolution but simply the grace of acknowledgment.
From such a monevalant deed such as this.

To wander so long, longer than a life itself, in search of closure—it leaves one yearning for the soft touch of justice, tempered by humanity.

With the utmost respect and humility, I endeavor to remain

Your obedient servant,

James McLain
6507 Dovewood Pl
Tampa, Florida,33634
727-678-8184