HP | Old Letters

Letters long forgotten, now covered in a thin layer of dust Beloved faces suddenly appear before me once more In an instant, the pain in my heart flares back to life Everything I lost so long ago weighs on my heart again Those moving words, those faded lines of ink Hot blood surges from my heart and rushes to my cheeks Like silent witnesses, they interrogate my soul Making me recall, time and again, the spring days and winter nights of my life You are still so vivid, so sacred, so young Just as you were the moment we parted in pain But why do the laughter of those bygone days still blur my eyes with tears? You looked into my eyes and whispered, telling me what love was Even if everything returns to how it was, how can a dead heart come back to life? No matter how scorching the tears, they cannot wash these lines of poetry clean.