WOMAN
Our love still exists on this page
The past could have passed for a thousand years
These letters are memory’s cage
And this box is love’s coffin I open it often to look at the corpses we’ve laid
Buried alive with you
MAN
I’ve been meaning to phone for a while
But there’s no meaning in meaning it seems nowadays
And though thoughts of you still make me smile
It’s better these letters remain here unfettered
Buried alive with you