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.