Forrest’s Letter — What Cinema Never Showed You

Jenny,

I’ve been thinking about the roads we take —
how they meet for a while,
and then go their own way.

Like people who still care,
but can’t walk together anymore.

I ran for most of my life.
Maybe because standing still
made me feel the weight of things
I couldn’t understand.

Sometimes I think life is like that feather —
it doesn’t know where the wind will take it,
but somehow it always lands
where it needs to.

You had a hard time growing up.
I remember how you wanted to fly away,
and I guess I just kept running —
hoping you’d see me
from wherever you went.

Mama said we all have a destiny.
Maybe mine was to keep moving,
until I learned that some people never leave —
they just stay quiet inside your heart.