Lost Words
LOST WORDS
When the breeze disturbed our desk one day
Between the bills and postcards lay
An envelope we'd half-forgot -
Slipped and fallen from a bigger lot.
Tied with ribbon weathered blue
And stashed away and lost from view,
The paper yellow, its perfume gone
Ink all faded, words almost none.
She stroked the sheet and traced down the fold
As the breeze moved the ribbon worn and old.
She said words are now replaced by glances -
Loves are only part romances.
We’ve loved so long we need no word -
Phrases murmured are no longer heard.
We looked out at the autumn and felt the frost.
I searched her eyes and knew nothing was lost.
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