Letter to the Future

The words on this page

By the time they reach your cerebral

The ink may fade

Carrying their meaning down with them

The tears of today

May be dried out by tomorrow

But see the stains they make

See the places where the pen cut through the paper

Feel the calligraphy

Smell the singed edges

Bleeding through

See the mistakes we made

Feel the gray cloud that haunts us

Smell our burning screams

Screaming our mistakes

Begging the déjà vu to come to an end