The Last Letter and the Broken Lines

While cleaning my chest

found some letters torn.

Glued, looked at and read a thousand times

Albeit felt some tender thorns.

First one was like a newborn-

pure, innocent and unstained,

redolent, radiant and love resonant

quintessential, quiescent but untamed.

Words tessellated with woven charm,

sonorous, susurrating and serene.

Drowning, dulcet and inked with calm,

words were svelte and sorrow unseen.

And then looked at the last letter from her,

few broken lines and a shrieking emotion

blue, bewildered and no color as it were,

crumpled, chaffed and all abjection

Now after all my years and moons

My chest is still holding you.

Some in bits and pieces

and some in complete and full.

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