Old Letters
I still read the letters
Kept quiet in the drawer
Though it has been forever
Since I was at your door
The blackened ink still bleeds,
And seeps into the last
Of paper memories
And conversations passed
Awoken with a glance,
And colored by a stare,
The lost forgotten pages
Are resurrected there
And still they speak to me
In voices clear as day
Of friendship closely shared
And feelings gone away
Like scraps of faded time
Reborn within my soul,
They share each moment had –
Each syllable let go
And though I long to keep
These colored visions close,
I’ll put them back to sleep,
And turn them into ghosts.
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