Tuesday, 18 August 2020

 Dead Letter Drop

Once the words sprang off the pages
like the green shoots of spring
eager to be greeted
eager to be read.
That was before
the winter chill
froze them
into remnants.
Tattered pages,
empty envelopes
and empty words
as worn and shrivelled
as our love became.
Dead.
Or almost dead.
But I cannot quite let them go,
cannot quite let us go
so I’ll bundle them up
tie a ribbon round them
for old times sake
and hide them away
in the winter branches.
And I’ll try to forget
and try not to forget.
And perhaps come spring
they’ll rise from the dead
like the new shoots on the tree
and burst into life again.

It’s worth a chance.

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Once the words sprang off the pages like the green shoots of spring eager to be greeted eager to be read. That was before  the winter chill froze them into remnants. Tattered pages, empty envelopes  and empty words as worn and shrivelled as our love became. Dead. Or almost&nbsp

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