Handwriting

The curls of the’s’ and the 'e' tell me that you had a steady but hasty hand

A list of summer holiday destinations,

A to-do of unfinished commitments,

Page after page filled with words

Nesting grounds of memories

and ...

But that's enough! 

Quickly! Before it’s too late 

and the words wriggle out of the cocoon of the page,

I throw your pages into the drawer

and hastily turn the key with a firm shake. 

For memories are dangerous insects

if they hatch.

I sigh and relax as I hear

In the drawer, the words give up

their struggle 

to get off the page.

But wait!

Haven't i failed?

for  I take a fresh page 

 to start putting into words,

Broken dreams drawn awake.