It’s been so long.
The drawer squeaks when it pull it out. That’s where your letters are, hidden away from the malice of this demented world. The innocence those words carry, the world these letters hide and a life that has been washed away in tears over the years render me motionless and numb.
My mind sends out a whisper through my lips which I no longer comprehend. I see a star shooting in the sky and I know there’s no point in making a wish.