An old memory comes to mind
A love letter left unsigned
Undisturbed and hidden in an old wooden box
Tucked down between a pair of woolen socks
Scribbled in ink on parchment paper
Begging her to join his adventurous caper
“Leave with me, we’ll take this truck,
“Never to look back, let's try our luck.”
The letter goes on confessing his love
He even calls her his sweet turtledove
Without a care for who might read
Professing his love in this vintage creed
Near the end of the letter the words start to fade
T’was concealed for decades until today
Unanswered questions of this pair overwhelm me
Did she take the truck, go away, and marry thee?
No names, no dates, just an old-fashioned confession
Love forever remains constant, in modern world progression