Summersong

From a thin leather satchel, I remove a series of letters and quietly untie the string binding them. The thread falls to the ground as the letters unfold in my hands. They are stained and yellowed, the edges frayed and torn. It is two years of war etched into the delicate folds of parchment. It is many memorable summers woven through elegant words, words written in secrecy under flickering candlelight. I can taste her tears. I can feel her warmth even in the bitter February evenings.

Her words linger in the air – a symphony of endless fallacies.

"I dread the day you awake and no longer remember my name."

So do I.

"Be safe, Noah, be safe for me."

Except, truth be told, she's happily married with a beautiful little girl. So why does she care - whether I live or die? She doesn't. More lies.



I was inspired by the songs Summersong and Yankee Bayonet by The Decemberists. Hope this catches your interest and that I get a lot of positive feedback.