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The letters returned Some opened and resealed Others damaged by the handling Of fool's fingers They arrive in broken bundles Telling me and teaching me That time had all been wasted The words, once wonderful kindling, Useful for the fire we built Now lay dead in distant sentences Similar to those spoken by strangers We were only strangers once we stopped believing The crisscross of stories, long shared Thinking finally some one cared enough To open themselves, bare all oddities And scoop sweetness in their palm Massage it into the tense shoulders That carried far too much weight for one Those beautiful breaths between hello and goodnight Turned to swallowed hard syllables Written in caveman hieroglyphic goodbyes Pondered over by strangers We were only strangers once we looked away Before the break of hearts and happiness Were the love notes left on pillows Pulsing lifeblood through our veins, making us aware That no one knew what we had discovered as ours Ribbons wrapped the poetry penned, late at night When all I needed was a whisper from your lips As our ships sailed towards a consensual horizon Before the untimely death of dreams, and the return Of letters which should have landed in your lap Post marked...'Undeliverable' by some stranger's hand We were only strangers once you changed your smile