Old letters
sometimes fall out
as if sifted from
the center of time itself
words stare back
from slanted sentences
uttered by strangers
from afar
sitting solo silently
listening to hear
faint sounds
from a phantom voice
those words evoke
an evolution of memories
that transgressed
before tidal waves
of anguish
washed over
broken promises
then empty hours
crashed down
and rendered
those words
helpless
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Funny how they can go from being so powerful to being so helpless. Beautiful Lana!
Thanks Marissa. There’s much to be said for sifting through old letters.
Lovely and we’ll written sentimental thoughts expressed here. There are some letters I treasure from my parents, brithers, friends and grandparents. The few saved love letters sometimes get me thinking about, “What might have been?”
Yes that’s true…letters were so much more personal than email. We have lost something there, I believe.
Great piece of writing. I agree – about letters…We have lost a lot.
Yes, I think so, it’s a shame really. The text and email era. ….
Oh and thanks for the wonderful compliment 🙂