Letters for Me

A messy stack of papers and envelopes written on with coloured inks

Of grey, silver, black and gold, and all the colours of the rainbow;

Letters that make you smile and letters that make you think,

They crimple and crumple as I unfold them

Memories and secrets spilling out;

There are good luck letters and get well letters,

Thank you letters and I'm sorry letters,

Letters of concern, asking what's wrong,

And even complaints about why I haven't written in so long!

Her words have taught me to be aware of whatever I do or say,

As someone's bound to react, either in a good or bad way;

Take the time to talk to friends, and always try to reply,

I didn't, so I've missed my chance at that in life;

It's no good being all fancy on the outside when

It's the inside details that really make it all worthwhile;

Sometimes the most exciting, wonderful or dramatic news 

Are best explained in the plain graveness of grey;

They are more than just words put together on a page;

For even something as simple as a letter,

It brings back old memories from those long ago days.