letters

opening the box, the letters you once wrote
drop out.
all that is left for me to remember
are the white gaps, now pale brown, in which
i make up your thoughts as i presume they were, but the edges
of the pages are darker, and crisp, and fall apart.

reading the past is drinking dust, choking
on every line that has gone, you
are most of all dead in your letters. your eyes
follow me around in the room
as i close the box
for later.

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Comments on: "letters" (8)

  1. This is beautiful. So much unsaid! 🙂

  2. Ina, this is both poignant and heartbreakingly beautiful. Lovely writing, as always.

  3. Beautifully expressed, dignified and heartbreaking

  4. “reading the past is drinking dust, choking
    on every line that has gone,” – stunning…all of your words stunning my heart…

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