The LetterI found your letter in my fax
I held your words up to the light
My fingers followed every curve
You sounded so invincible
I taped your letter to the wall
So I could read it when I pass
And savor every syllable
As if each one might be the last
I counted every " T " you crossed
And noticed that there were no " i's "
Your subtle meaning there not lost
I stand inside this empty room
It's obvious you're gone
Without you here I feel so small
I keep the light turned on
In time your letter, too, will fade
Each consonant depart
I'll catch the paper when it falls
©1997 Betty Elders/ Whistling Pig Music (ASCAP)
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