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Unwritten Letter
The ink from my quill dry, nothing flows
the alabaster unsullied parchment pure and pristine
spreads under my fingers waiting to be denuded
by memories which have yet to incur
My thoughts disconnected and disengaged collide
obliterating a weave of methodically well written script
of a seductive dance with every step perfected in my mind
sliding into unknown future unto this unwritten letter
The laughter of our unborn children with your eyes
and my smile, filling uninhabited spaces of a lake house
taunting echoes which are merely a minuscule breath
of ink suspended, eternally frozen in mid-air
Half full wine glasses strewn on a blanket in luscious
vineyards of Pinot Meunier, warm sun-kissed grapes;
a paradigm of promises sealed with patina
coated memories inside an hour glass of sand
Whispers trapped inside threads of sheets
as white as my unsent unwritten letter, emblazoned
with scents of morning dew and you, stretching
fibers of my four chambers sheltering the unspoken truth.
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