Letters undelivered

I wait for a thousand years
To see her by the horizon
Once again
I write her a thousand letters
She’ll never read and keep her memory
You may call me a coward
For not letting her know
But knowing sometimes more hurtful
Than letting go
I let her go, set her free
Trading my heart in her place
At her place I write the one letter
After the thousand, would it be the last?
I doubt it
You may call me a coward
For not leaving a note
Before disappearing in the rain
Melting on the road sides
I leave
Loving her to eternity
That’s the story short
In its entirety.

January 24, 2018


About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
This entry was posted in poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

1 Response to Letters undelivered

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s