Reading letters from long ago,
From friends unseen and sweethearts unheard,
From the brow of past a pearl chosen,
From the boughs of Shadow an apple plucked.
They wrote in long, loquacious lines,
Of secrets shared and laughter laughed,
Of strings of rosy, giggling smiles,
A bright, bright twinkle in those pearly eyes.
Words flowed easy in those long lost days,
Of love and yearning, pacts and vows,
Promises made with unchecked abandon,
Oaths sworn on a nebulous tomorrow.
Now only silence reigns profound,
In your heart and on those wrinkled pages,
Those friends are long, and yet longer, gone,
Their words only foreign ears perceive.
Put a hand on your bleeding heart,
Stem the flow and quench the wound,
The letters gibber an inarticulate symphony,
Listen...and don't respond.