On Discovering Old Letters
I discovered a friend I forgot somehow, did that ever happen to you?
It was long ago and far away, in a different social milieu.
I found a letter way down in a box with leftover pieces and tatters
I was busy I guess, with work and success, I didn’t have time for such matters.
The ink is still black, the penmanship clear, the paper still pristine and white.
(I imagine I kept it for all these years, since I really intended to write.)
You were back this way from London that day, fell in love on the way, we had missed our connections for lunch that day.
I had come into town for a job interview,
I know since I read it in page two from you...
I guess I passed by a lot in those times,
with their dancing, loving, whiskies and wines.
It was long ago and far away, in a different social milieu.
I found a letter way down in a box with leftover pieces and tatters
I was busy I guess, with work and success, I didn’t have time for such matters.
The ink is still black, the penmanship clear, the paper still pristine and white.
(I imagine I kept it for all these years, since I really intended to write.)
You were back this way from London that day, fell in love on the way, we had missed our connections for lunch that day.
I had come into town for a job interview,
I know since I read it in page two from you...
I guess I passed by a lot in those times,
with their dancing, loving, whiskies and wines.
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| In the Community Garden at Lexington Avenue in the 100s |
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