To Emily D.

You could touch life like nobody else. When you put your letters in a drawer, You had to feel isolated and worse - You wanted to love – more and more… Your verses - short subtle messages – Disappeared in a dark wooden box. Those works of art, the little miracles Were waiting patiently like ships for docks. Today everything seems to be different; There are different times and even the sky. Yet, true love still makes our minds excited, And broken hearts can only bleed and cry...