Emptying The Suitcase

A dark gloomy day, not much to do

clean the attic, thought this would be cool

an old dusty suitcase, handle dry and cracked

locked without a key, as memories filtered back

as I pried it open, tears ran down my face

photo's of  my buddies, lay atop the case

Rich, Tony, Randy, Cal and Loyde, fell upon the floor

these my best friends, lost to a senseless war

underneath the photo's, letters never sent

written to their families some torn and bent

there must have been a reason on that dreadful day

so many words written, so much to say

not remembering the reason until this moment in time

 unable to do so because of an exploding mine

lost memory, coma, lasted many years

today this old suitcase returned friends so dear

  grateful for that old suitcase, the photo's I did see

because all of my buddies, meant the world to me

I placed a stamp upon each letter

as I mailed them, feeling much better

It's been a year now out of the case

and not one returned letter came back to my place

©"Outlaw" 8-12-2001