Letters
Sitting languidly in your chair,
While everyone is caught in their own cacophony,
Do you steal some moments to think of me?
Do you still have those handwritten letters
And do you caress the contours of their folds wistfully?
Do you wipe the mist from the pane of the past,
Does that light up your face unwittingly?
And in a trance when you saunter in your garden
Do you forget that the coffee you are holding has been cold for awhile
The kind that ,once upon a time, you’d shared with me?
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And words are wind
But the sun is going down
And the coffee is cold
But my words were whole once
And the letter was new
The words were fragrant then
And the hand trembled
As the heart soared
The heart is in pieces
That time fails to gather
On some of them I find
A fragrant word perhaps
Or maybe a rhyme
But the sun is waning
The coffee has gone cold
It was brewed for two
But it sits, forlorn and alone