Untitled by Paige Write

You still have the letters i'd written you 14 years ago

Dried roses stain pages of words

Chloe Narcisse is faint

I close my eyes and the scent rises again

Red smeared letters slide into one another from the cologne's saturation

So long ago I chuckle thinking of how hard it must have been for you to read

Even then... even now...

Just touching these pages, smelling them,

Brings an influx of rapid running memory that had been held

Welded up in a dam of forgotten emotion.

Released

Deep waters come rushing in

Submerging logic and reason

Drowning time and space

Soaking our hearts and minds

Again...

Suddenly

Loving you is a priority...

You've held me for so long

In letting me go

You've carried me back to you.