Late Night Letters

Street’s asleep, but my heart still writes,
Midnight coffee under pale street lights,
Old letters scattered on my desk,
Every word, a quiet request.
Ink runs slow, memories flow,
Jazz hums low, in candle glow,
Past whispers soft, through saxophone sighs,
Every beat carries long goodbyes.
Late night letters, unsent and true,
Echoes of moments once held with you,
Soft sax cries in the midnight air,
Words I won’t send, feelings laid bare.
Window frames hold the city’s hush,
Clock ticks slow in a muted rush,
Piano keys tell what I can’t say,
Old memories fade, but some still stay.
Ink runs slow, memories flow,
Jazz hums low, in candle glow,
Past whispers soft, through saxophone sighs,
Every beat carries long goodbyes.
Late night letters, unsent and true,
Echoes of moments once held with you,
Soft sax cries in the midnight air,
Words I won’t send, feelings laid bare.
Crumpled pages, forgotten tones,
Yet in jazz loops, my heart still roams,
Every refrain a quiet reply,
To memories that refuse to die.
Late night letters, unsent and true,
Echoes of moments once held with you,
Soft sax cries in the midnight air,
Words I won’t send, feelings laid bare.