Paper Time Machines

Handwritten collections composed or addressed, are much more than just scriptures or thoughts
Scribbles and notes of scattered ideas, memoirs of battles been fought

Paper that's folded either fancy or flat,
holding onto the secrets of many
A vessel for words one might like to say whether seldom and few or of plenty

Reminders of moments we would like to relive, and of those we may wish to forget
Stories retold like scenes of a film, your imagination to be as wild as you'll let

A forgotten first love and the way that you felt, you swore it was together forever
Whirlwind affairs and stories of lust and of things that you swore you would never

Reminiscent hysterics of yesterdays gone, evoking the same fits of laughter
An echo of sorts to a time we once were, a replication of a happy ever after

Pages with faded crayons and smiles, a few misspelled words never mattered
A mother's reunion any time she feels lonely, now that her small family is scattered

Timeless encounters of those who have passed, each letter can bring them to life
Bring a grown man to tears while he falls to his knees as he reads the last words of his wife

One man's hello and another's goodbye, a dear Jon that still holds it's pain
Each stain like a scar, each stain a reminder catching tears as though they were rain

Cherish each note, letter and card each one is a key that unlocks
A timeline of sorts, a preservation of life, paper time machines kept in a box