Chain of Hope

Letters, have a sentimental value

As via, text went flying out

the window of this kind
 of an electronic vice 

Yet the important things

are always remembered

without being written down
forever loved

The lines of communication

are open to hear your calling

interstellar objects guide

my direction unward into hope

of being restored

Driving just pass my window

as swiftly does the breeze

fall onto the curtains,

 flowing within

the hemmoraging nights air

those gentle whispers

your cold dead stare.