#postoffice
My dear love,
I have missed you dearly. Are you really okay?
What happened between us?
Have you moved or changed your mailing address? Or have you completely forgotten about me and moved on? I hope I haven't been mistyping your address when I sent all those letters, which came back to me unopened.
I am aching for something to come, anything even if it’s a voice via wires. But, nothing so far. The sky is still cloudy.
I am going to give it my last shot. Maybe this time, the clouds would clear and let the shooting stars shine. Maybe, it's possible. Who knows?
So, by any miracles chance that you decided to open this final letter, know that I am not well, in case you wanted to know. I never been well ever since all my previous letters. How could I be? My heart is bleeding inks, but no response, except my own blood, each tiny drip that poured out of my guts comes running back to me and awaits me at my doorsteps. Each time.
I have missed you so very much!
Are you really okay and alive? I hope you are!
Do you remember our times together? Our memories? I do. Every day, I still go to the first place we met. Do you recall where it's? It feels like surreal, still. Because unless it's a dream, I can vividly feel the ocean’s fresh air on our faces.
Do you remember, how we stride along the shore, holding hands, smiling, and admiring the beautiful sunset? Each time we are together, more than usual, the sunset is strikingly positioned, perfectly on the water, until it vanishes into the night. On moments like that, it feels like our love and nature coiled perfectly. We take couples of shots with our smartphones, click here and there. Then, the sun gives her last breath and closes her eyes, until the morning comes.
Do you remember?
I still do remember all of those times we had spent together, for I am still living them each day. I might be delusional to write this now, so I think I should just stop. Stop!
Finally, I stopped.
Now, my heart and pen can stop crying as they have no more chords to spit.
I am going to move on.
I am moved on!
Days, months, and years have gone by. However, my last letter never made it back. Was it delivered? I cannot be sure, for I didn't send it certified. Or could it be lost somewhere?
It doesn't matter, because I am moved on! Almost.
At the time when I thought I was done with everything, a letter just arrived at my doorsteps. It was for me, not from me.
It was sent with a pink envelope, stamped with a red lipstick.
My hands shook as I opened and began reading the letter. There was only one line, though it felt like I was reading thousands of pages, to know it came from her.
Yes, it was her handwriting. Finally, something I have been longing for a long time, a news has arrived at my doorsteps. It was written on one line, with upper letters. It said, “Yes, my love, I do remember everything, and I am still alive. I am coming home.”
My heart cried with confusion as I soaked the sunset alone, reading her first letter.
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC
A touch of sadness
ten years gone
Like a midnight's voice
of a far away song
Caught me unaware
when I thought
I no longer cared
A sudden spark
that flew
into eternity
A dance done then
now done
in effigy
A poetic terse
taughtly strung
deligently
At first dawn
fades away
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC