Feb 2022
This happened.
The letters were from circa 1980, and documented the sad decline of my first real love affair. No doubt I wrote similar quantities of letters back. They were stuck in a shortbread tin at the time and put away and forgotten about until last summer when I came across them. I felt it was time to lay that ghost to rest hence the story you read below. Thanks to @mikeb for prompting me to say more.
I found your letters in a box
Tucked inside my mother's closet
I brought them back across the sea
And last night I burned them
Flames shot up
And pages and pages and pages
Turned to ash
Remember letters? Yours were long
Ten or fifteen pages each
It took awhile to burn them all
Plus the lock of hair
Flames shot up
And pages and pages and pages
Turned to ash
The first ones were full of love
You longed for our reunion
All in purple envelopes
The last one was matter of fact
With more than a hint of regret
You said you were so confused
But you went ahead
And dumped me anyway
So I raised a glass of whiskey
And toasted your penmanship
As the flames burned bright
And cast wonderful shadows
Flames shot up
And pages and pages and pages
And pages and pages and pages
And pages and pages and pages
Turned to ash
@mikeb Feb 2022
Kind of a sad story. Makes me wonder why whatever happened, happened. Did your mother hide the letters before you saw them (my first guess)?