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