What if you took everything you ever said and piled it in a corner?
Would the words fall apart and become just letters strewn all about?
Would they remember if they were happy or sad or loud or soft?
Or would they just lay there waiting for your imagination to sprout?
Will you sit and watch for them to begin a new life without a past?
Will you lay among them knowing they will wait for you to choose?
Will you begin to reconstruct your life with the loves you failed to notice?
Will you say the things you were unable because you have nothing to lose?
Nothing you say will change what was said thirty years ago when you were so sure
But the pride of yourself remains, stripped of what you thought you once were
You have the chance to look at each letter closely, remembering it’s place
What shape or form could possibly come to mind that would change her?
Maybe each letter should spend a day alone with a memory that you tried to forget
And informed of who you were and what you failed to do they whisper as you sleep
Yes it happened as you remember and we know why you cannot release yourself
And now that we know what to do let us return all the words over which you weep
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