I want to write, but the words won't come.
I want to write about all these feelings that has come undone.
Like a letter from the war, opened and closed
Tucked beneath the breast, a remembrance of the heart's woes
This letter you have carried so close but have forgotten
A letter from your lover, a picture from your child
Now reading it again for the first time in many years
The words spill out like water from your glass
Old words, yet now they are new
These words about me and you
I'll leave the words to swim at your feet
Until next time I see you
and together we will see what they say again.
