#WritcoPoemPrompt121
Your notes,
Are the only things I have,
The words are like melodies that float(s),
But the letters sometimes misbehave.

sometimes I read the notes you left.
filled with millions of letters no one could understand
all of your thoughts scattered on pages filled with ink,
your legacy debated by the words you left and what you would have done
even if your gone your thoughts live on
your dreams live on with your letters
I don’t think I will ever understand the letters you left
© N.M.F