In Retrospect

A patch of sunlight

Illuminates

A bruise on the writing desk; a scar on the heart

Now faded into solemn memory

Once ugly, now respected

Through long and warm summers

A love nurtured; heart hammering soft words and reckless promises

Millions of invisible letters now soaked into wood

In retrospect, I would if I could.

Reviews

[zainul]

I am impressed by the magical expression of the lovely piece.
Which lines I will isolate!
Each line is equally beautiful and magical.
But,how I remain silent about mentioning this line,this is superb:
"Millions of invisible letters now soaked into wood"
100/100

[Ed Fagan]

I am better for having read this. I am excited to read more.

[Eudaimoniac]

Brief but clear. A sense of longing ensues from my reading, particularly in the final three lines.

I look forward to reading more.

[Anu Biswas]

Thank you! I've only just started writing and am happy to be part of this group of friends who share the same passion.