Her Letters Fit in a Shoebox

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Found a shoebox in the attic
Tied with a faded string
Letters in her handwriting
Every one of them a spring
Dust on the cardboard lid
Dust on my hands
I sat down on the floorboards
Where the old light stands

Slowly, I read them slow
Slowly, I let them go

Dear one, your words are still here
Written in blue ink, soft and clear
Time can fold the paper
But it cannot fold the sound
Of your voice inside these pages
Wrapped around

She wrote about the garden
And the neighbor's barking dog
The way the morning kettle sang
Through the winter fog
She wrote I miss you, come home soon
In every other line
And I came home too late
But I read them every time

Slowly, I read them slow
Slowly, I let them go

Dear one, your words are still here
Written in blue ink, soft and clear
Time can fold the paper
But it cannot fold the sound
Of your voice inside these pages
Wrapped around

I will write back tonight
Though there is no street to send it to
I will say I kept them all
And that I love you still

Dear one, your words are still here
Written in blue ink, soft and clear
Time can fold the paper
But it cannot fold the sound
Of your voice inside these pages
Wrapped around

Dear one
Wrapped around