Those Old Letters

Written by: Dennis Go

I still keep those old letters
You've sent me way back then,
Those times when you're just
A sheer daydream away.

They seem all crumpled.
Torn. Worn out. Yet
I read them quite often.
Recalling what was once
A past life of indulgence.

Nothing much you say,
But the flourishing
Of pure friendship
Was just a mere fiddle,
A dull edge to the rusted knife.

Unknown to you,
Every blot of ink you spare
In those letter-papers bore
The embers of my very essence...

I cherish them all...
More than my life.