Correspondence

Old letters

sometimes fall out

as if sifted from

the center of time itself

words stare back

from slanted sentences

uttered by strangers

from afar

sitting solo silently

listening to hear

faint sounds

from a phantom voice

those words evoke

an evolution of memories

that transgressed

before tidal waves

of anguish

washed over

broken promises

then empty hours

crashed down

and rendered

those words

helpless