The Letter K

I opened It

with suspected

Reservation...

the Envelop,

handmade

Tear here,

it said,

and I let

One slip

and bleed

through the Ink

I feel what was

Inside

all this Time

but we know

how it is...

There are things

we set aside

or let Lie

and on return

there's some Twist

our Memory had

or hadn't missed

It was like that

now in my

leathered Liver

spotted grasp...

I broke the Seal

placed long ago

I remember that

Stranger's face

better than

mine own

today...

would I blush

or be Forgiving

would I stop

half way ..?

or get on

with it...

I skimmed

the parts that

were too

densely

True

I rang

the cream

through

Cheesecloth

since as we know

what isn't Good

now is more oft

Bettered with

age

and I saved bits

for later...

I laughed a lot

I was a Child

I was... Ok

down to the

very Pompous

Signature

that Hung

with such

Hopes...

for myself

One Day.

~K