A Warmth That Went Cold

box of old letters

love letters of old

scent of her incense

and a warmth that went cold

such potent memories

of our lasting fling

we played out our romance

it consumed everything

hearts are too human

and fail over time

discarded connection

the young lover’s crime

time carries on

unmeasured like rain

marking our world

in sand’s single grain

subtle scent beckons

her lovely face

we kissed in the dark

stars shooting apace

a love writ in letters

from beginning to end

hearts bled on pages

we’d faithfully send

our love was shortsighted

and doomed to its fate

i buried her letters

in a dusty old crate

hidden away

abandoned to time

the sad little story

of love in our prime

she chose her way

and i took my own

the world lies between us

we reap what we sow

forgotten and wistful

love letters of old

wilting away

like lovers grown cold

~e