Letters

Let 

Each one scatter across the floor

The letters we've exchanged over the years

Tiny slivers of glass which form the mosaic of who we

Each have become along the way

Remnants of our pasts and 

Subtle hints and musings of an uncertain future.

I still have all of your letters.

Lovers exchanging glances, not with their 

Eyes, but with every word penned,

Thousands of descriptors to capture the subtlest of gazes.

Truths
Embroidered throughout the empty page
Rendered from unhindered hearts and a God whose

Story we both were telling, each in our own way.

I still have all of your letters.

Let
Each one scatter across the floor as 

The words I suddenly search for 

Teeter over the tip of my tongue, but never reach the pen in my hand.

Even if I knew what I should say to you,
Reminders of our last conversation

Still bind my hands, my tongue, my heart. 

Wordless, speechless...
I still have all of your letters. 

Letters begin to pour out of the pen

Eloquent and endless professions of forgiveness,

The boundaries which cannot be crossed

The friendship I pray that I haven't lost, and

Even if you decide to walk away

Regretting that you knew me, despising the years this has taken

Still you must know what will remain ever true

I still have all of your letters.