The LetterA Poem by Iris JayneYours makes me feel like nothing happened. Like we're still together.The piece of paper, cold and dead Memories haunt my psyche tonight A dusted box under my bed Holds remnants of a long lost fight The words you wrote, they come to life Whenever darkness rules my heart Touches like feather, stabs like knife The spurts of blood a twisted art A piece of mirror’s enough to kill Reflections swirl around to mock The smiles are shut tight with a seal That you and no-one else could unlock Tonight I bring you back to me The wall’s the same hue as your eyes Your voice I hear, your face I see This piece of paper will suffice I see the world before end came But not as clear as when you’re near The world I live in now’s in shame In constant doubts and constant fear The piece of paper chilled and pale It said ‘I love you’ quite a lot A dusted box, feeble and frail Contains the fight that I once fought Your words are my bridge to the past Under flickers of hope, your scribble gleams Tonight I’ll trust what your words cast Tonight I’ll see you in my dreams. © 2010 Iris JayneAuthor's Note
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