Forgotten Letters
The top of a dusty trunk
slowly opens,
its rusty hinges creek.
The smell of old,
once crisp new paper,
a clear watermark,
frail pages barely stand.
The onslaught of time,
sepia, tired and worn,
the years taken their toll.
Envelopes, once tied
in rubber bands,
brittle and broken, crumbled,
with age.
Four cent stamps,
envelopes adorned,
“S.W.A.K., sealed with a kiss.
D-liver D-letter D-sooner D-better.
Postman, postman, don’t delay,
get the letter there today.”
A cast of characters,
Dave and Bella
once more
step forward and
take center stage.
An ancient play,
dated scenes,
written in
musty old letters
“Do you think she likes me?
Not just “likes me,
” I mean LIKES, LIKES me!”
That story,
so long ago,
put to rest
in a box.
They’ve long since
gone separate ways,
yet now, their voices cry out
from a place that
no longer exists.
The pull of a bygone time,
a fathomless dimension
beckons, the distant past.
“I miss you so much!
Do you still like me?
Are we still going steady?”
A time warp,
it can’t be, and yet….
Here it is!
—Martin A. Bojan—
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