Letter Old Fashioned
If I have the time I'll write a letter old fashioned and serene
Hand crafted silk coated paper from my smouldering memory box
Let time stand still switch of the phone and turn back the clocks
Caress my pen and stroke the message to give it some sheen
As if on its own the quill releases memory gaps at the court of kin
Scratches the bottom of an ink pot in weary calligraphed weeping
Pauses for smudged words and tackles guilt which was sleeping
Uncensored and honest it resists to crumble the pages into the bin
Sentences assemble under an onslaught of consciousness' streams
Clouds of doubt loom large and write over the margin at both sides
Why on earth did we have to argue so much in belligerent nights
Until exhaustion won the battle of opinions and unfulfilled dreams
I'm not convinced any longer we strove for truth decisive and brave
Egos hindered a more peaceful exchange of generational disputes
Grounded in self-righteousness that poisoned love at vulnerable roots
Today I mourn those wasted moments and post an apology to your grave
26th December 2019
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2019
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