Going through various papers
My fingers
brushed the envelopes
That held
the roughly folded, simple letters you sent me
During the
many times you were away.
I did not
understand the full weight of those words
Until now.
Your diction
was a child-like tone of enduring love.
A love that
consumed you and made you miss me terribly
Through the
long nights and blazing days.
I wish I could
have held that kind of love.
I never did.
Not for you.
If I were
able to take back all the things said,
And done
During those
three years,
I would
meticulously scavenge the tapes of our memories.
Hold each
scene up to the light,
Squinting from
my intense scrutiny, desperately searching
For the
moment that it all broke down in hell.
No comments:
Post a Comment