Undelivered

Signed and sealed. Still undelivered.
The love unveiled in old love letters.
Relics of another place and time.
Back to endless days of summer signs.
Another twist, the gist is lost again.
For days, he simply can't remember
when it was the broken heart began.
Old love songs on the radio.
A rationed sphere of 'I don't know.'
A wish, a dream - to feel it start again.
Unlimbered, but still now and then,
he moves into the grooves of
way-back-when. Once more,
he plays it all in memory.
Signed and sealed, the misery
of undelivered prophecy
in them...

? Michaelette ?

10/08/2004
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