Letters

Blue ink on paper
folded in envelopes
embossed with stamps.
something so ordinary
yet strangely extraordinary

Blue ink on paper
his name replaced
Now number 573-356
He fondly remembers
The outside world
How we bonded
fishing, hunting, baseball
Reduced to memories

Blue ink on paper
He writes me
promising new hope
Life after hell
I read smiling
embracing sweet nothings
Denying earthly desires

Blue ink on paper
coming from behind steel bars
so close and yet so far
counting down the days
Until he comes home
from this hell
called prison