Layers to Life

A tale of love letters

All the cursive lines and rugged edges,
reminds me of the time, I yearned for life.
A life whose sole purpose was you.
All the tearings and wrinkled imprints,
reminds me of the time, when I was angry.
An anger that burns the joyful person in me.
All the spotted and fainted ink,
reminds me of the nights, when I blamed you,
for all the, 'I love you' (s) I read.
All the doodled heart shapes carved in them,
reminds me of the time, when I live
for those broken promises.
All the incomplete sentences,
reminds me of the times, when I let
my imagination ran wild.
The fake "I miss you" etched as a watermark,
reminds me of the time, I trusted you.
All the marks, stretched by the folds,
reminds me, how long it is
since I remembered you.
The sight of these, inside my old journal,
reminds me of the time, how hard I
tried to fix me and you.
The layers of dust and pale color,
reminds me how your existence
faded in my life as the time grew.
The fact that they are still here,
reminds me how your presence at my home,
stopped haunting me way back now.
A voice calling, "Hey, mom you home??"
brought me back to reality, where I still wonder,
the irony in the fact that these pieces of paper,
are still called, "love letters".
Keeping the journal back, I called my daughter,"Yes, love, in study".