Love letters

It sits on the top shelf

that worn out shoe box

with a lost soul

locked inside

twisted up pieces of you

and me

if I let myself remember

(I fight so hard honest I do)

I swear

I hear your voice

beckoning me

Telling me

pick me up

remembering

a time when I ran

my fingers through your hair

the sun

kissed your shoulders

and you cried

when I said I love you.

I hate when "I said I love you"

turned into

hate.

Hate turned into

sorrow.

Then sorrow turned into

what used to be.

That use to be us.

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falling foward from the past

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Nicolette
September 28, 2007
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This one spoke to me, Catressa...the title so in contrast to the "that use to be us"... I know one's not supposed to ask "why"...but yes, why indeed does something beautiful becomes so sorrowful and empty? Beautiful poetry...I have a box like that too and so very often the migrant birds of those letters flutter around me...

~ Nicolette
Captain Changa
September 14, 2007
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Hmm. Makes me wonder where that last birthday card I got from grandpa went. The last few years, I've been saving all the cards I got from either grandma or grandpa thinking that could be the last one I got.
faderman1959
September 14, 2007

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Sad but full of honesty! Life doesn't always go as planned or hoped for unfortunately. But it makes us who we are. A very thought provoking poem Catressa.
tara wilson
September 14, 2007
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What an emotional read this is for me...honest and comes right from the soul...
Night Hope
September 13, 2007
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"It sits on the top shelf
that worn out shoe box
with a lost soul
locked inside"

I have read this sort of letters, too. Sorrowful & lovely, my Friend. Wanda
arafura
September 13, 2007

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locked inside...
Lovely! The emotion behind every word is unmistakable. You bring the wistful quality of the remembrance of love that has passed by to the reader.
Great stuff!
misselaineous
September 13, 2007
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Trellis
September 13, 2007
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Feeling-filled. Beautiful poetry.