Was it you I saw
Holding to your heart
a letter
Ragged and aged
Torn at the corners
and wrinkled by the use of years
now almost unreadable words
once scratched in ink
by the hand of absent love
and sent from a far flung war
The words though almost gone
remembered as if written yesterday
The memories still hold clear
undimmed by flight of time
Your eyes torn to tears
by the consequence of meaning
Ah....but time forgot your passion
Years stretching their rimes
across your eyes
and yet...you can still recall
the moment
when from across the seas you heard
that your love had marched
in perfect step
to his grave
