folded-up letters

she looked through the letters.
a vacuum and laundry and excess pillows sprawled on the floor;  the present hazy as she recounted the memories.

the paper smelled like last year.
leafing through his words, she smiled at their naivety. they were so young.
and even from yesterday, she had learned so much more.

intangible as the change was, the ink stood out against the white lines of affection.

she folded up the letters. she folded up her heart.
and hoped that tomorrow would come sooner.