While cleaning out the attic
Of an old abandoned home.
An old dusty trunk was found
Sitting in the corner all alone.
Wiping off the cobwebs.
Lifting up the lid.
There under lace and clothes
Were a stack of letters hid.
The words that had been written
Told of love that had been lost.
And the need to get back together
No matter what the cost.
They spoke of stolen moments
Shared together that were wrong.
For to one another
They did not belong.
The ending of this romance, seemed to be abrupt.
Only this yellowing stack of letters remain
Hidden in this dusty trunk.
Lost lovers without a name.