Parchment Memory

From first  hello to last goodbye
Time just flew
Like a bird from nest
Only never to return.


With each movement
The wrinkles grew on face.
Bones started to crackle
And the pain worsened.
What remained
Was the letter you wrote to me.
The ink was dried and parched
The paper was yellow.
And the corners stained with coffee
Struggling hard to stay together
With the paper.
But as I read through it
For another millionth time
I felt rejuvenated
The words were still fresh and young
Just like all your other memories

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