A Little Letter

Hope debauched by reality becomes real again,

When dreams of you turn me insane and inane,

When the reverie I betrothed threatens a divorce,

I write to you with the hope of seeking recourse,

Little by little, letter by letter, I write this letter,

To you my dear, sitting in a country far from here,

Every tear blotched letter is of a morose hue,

Every ‘I’ I write tells the woes of I sans you,

With a drop dangling at the edge of my lashes,

I see your smiles in curves and frowns in dashes,

Every crease on the paper screams an appeal,

Every ink stain is the story of the pain I feel,

Deep as the ocean and shallow like my smile,

I compose words that I know you would like,

But my back tired and my letters have bent,

Counting on my cheeks all the tears spent,

Fearful of the fate it is destined to meet,

I seal every letter with a quivering kiss,

And spend my days with my eyes on the door,

For a little bird to bring a little letter home…