notes revisited

no sooner than you start
to clean out the desk,
the cluttered drawers of papers,
photos
postcards, loose ends,
you stop to read
a note once sent to you.
it's folded and placed
with value in a tin.
handwritten.
the ink still clean
and legible.
everything that is said
of importance is between
the lines.
why you didn't see it back
then, you aren't sure.
but you were blind to much
of life those days.
quick to turn the page,
move on to the next whim,
but now you see
her love for you,
her willingness
to let you be you,
go past the point of just
being friends. it's so clear
now what you didn't
see then.