08-22-2012, 08:39 AM
V. 2
To the Departed
Letters written
one day too late
find no place
on mail planes,
bound to the states
a map can place.
Words, unopened,
keep regrets chained,
stamped and placed
in paper crates
with canceled trains
of thought—misplaced,
lost, and found again
on our lips, in our pockets.
V. 1
A letter written
one day too late
finds no place
on mail planes,
bound to the states
a map can place.
Its words, unopened,
keep regrets chained,
stamped and placed
in ivory crates
with canceled trains
of thought—misplaced,
lost, and found again
on our lips, in our pockets.
Written only for you to consider.