Letters

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

There have been millions of letters,
Penned by lovers in the quiet of the night;
All of their passion put to pen,
By the romantic glow of candlelight.
Sonnets written and sung in whispers,
For the one who gave them this restless wake;
Line after line, spilling their dreams,
To the absent love that makes them ache.

There have been miles of shredded letters,
Which never saw the light of day;
Written by a hurt or angry hand,
Harsh words written, then thrown away.
Splattered with hot, bitter tears,
To the one who has left them alone;
Line after line, drowning their dreams,
Unable to believe their love is gone.

There must be millions of people,
Who sit here typing in the early day;
When the world outside is black and still,
To work, to talk, to record, to play.
Hoping to find something real and rare,
To connect some way, their hearts will define;
In a world of strangers, building their dreams,
Letters written and sent...love's gone online.