In the dark of night
A woman in white, amidst abandoned letters.
Each page, like a memory that fades,
In silence, their stories into oblivion drift.
Papers scattered, like leaves in the wind,
Words carried, that never reached a heart.
In her eyes, sorrow, yet also hope,
That someone, someday, will find these letters.
Among lost words
She seeks meaning, in these forsaken verses.
Perhaps in them, like in stars, she'll find a path,
To the hearts these letters were meant to warm.
