I have your letters - The ones we wrote, sitting together. and few that travelled miles. I read them on winters as they remind me of falling leaves. In Summers, I sun bathe them. Blue parchments, yellow postcards, hurried white - Inks have been blotted in places. And they have your touch, ridge skins, printed. (They talk about) The broken table lamp we had, Constructive madness, correctional grammars and faded restraints - You have it all (here) said, unsaid, implied, avoided. I have your letters - The ones we burned together and few that burned hundreds of miles.
Some Memories are hard to hold on So I put them on words.