“Letter”

I unfolded the pages,

And moaned the

One before

Long gone

I would like to claim

Still insisting there is more.

Only if I stay

Hold on tighter

Life is too short

When all I can think

Is that life is also

Too long!

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Wrinkled with straight lines

That can’t be aging

I folded my insides to fit in the envelope.

I thought it was appropriate.

Only to see

What I wrote

Was true

But no longer what I wanted

Yearning for the ones

Naive with no fences.

​

Taped so tight

No room for a rewrite

I accepted, it was once a dream.

Admiring the pages.

Accepting some mistakes

Avoiding a few humans

It is only a letter

No one knows about

Quietly, I will write again.

Only to unfold at the year’s end.

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