Your Letter Is Never Forgotten

I found your letter crammed inside the pages

Of our old text

         I have wondered where you had been.

 

The mountain wailed upon your breath

And black wings grew from doves

The sound was far and distant was

         The mourning of my light.

 

I can remember faces painted and chipped

You couldn’t wear nature

         So you left me with my fear.

 

The amusement of childhood stood on splendor

While I gave discipline to my wrong heart

The letter stays safe in my breast pocket

         The last of you I don’t think I can let go.

 

I made coffee with the pot from one of our old boxes

Took it to my chair

         I think you would have liked my vanilla roast.

 

A sigh so strong and strange became a transfixed message off your lips

I never was a decent listener

         But now I think I know.

 

Soft songs of trickling rain

A thought of broken moss

But the sound so far and distant was

         The mourning of my light.

 

Sometimes I brush my hands along with the brick wall beside our house

I always admire the rosebush we planted that one year

         My hands get stained every time.

 

Your letter is worn now

Old and fragile not unlike my very soul

It stays with me everywhere I go

         So I can read it from time to time.

Author's Note

I haven't written in so long... hope ya'll haven't forgotten me! This is a little different then my other works, so please be honest if you leave a review!

Reviews

[zainul]

This piece touches the core of my heart.
Yes,a letter may be very special which can't be forgotten.
Reading such letter from time to time is really a passion.
Congratulations for sharing in such a lovely way.

[RachelReaper]

"And black wings grew from doves" felt like the line literally knocked the wind out of me. The image of that is so strong, it just fits perfectly, and it really stood out to me and echoed throughout the whole rest of your poem.

[Aella.lives]

That's one of my favorite lines as well. Thank you for the review!

[Sami Khalil]

A good poem... Thank you for sharing.

[Onyia-Ali, Kingsley Chu..]

I must confess, is good.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Fantastic return Aelia!

[Balkaran Sidhu]

Its just beautiful....i haven't read your poems before...or may be I don't remember...but this is a lovely piece...I have read it thrice...

[Aella.lives]

Thank you! :)

[reflectingus]

OH MY. This is just purely beautiful. I couldn't stop reading, I felt every word, every feeling lost in a reverie of nostalgia, and the effects are lingering. It's powerful, and yet, soft, slightly mournful, but only in memory of the times lost. I loved the introduction, it just made perfect sense, and you have worded it so flawlessly...You are extremely talented!

[Aella.lives]

This is a LOVELY review! Thank you so kindly for your words! :)

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

very heartfelt words!

and your imagery here was top notch!

[Aella.lives]

Thank you so much!

[Eloha]

This was different, nostalgia in your voice sounded like something I want, I wish there was a woman who thought of me like you wrote this....!!

Woe is me, I want to read more.

[Aella.lives]

Aw, thank you!

[Marie]

I keep some old letters myself. But I feel it's dangerous to read them.

[Aella.lives]

I agree, sometimes it's tough to know what has been said. Thank you!