love letters
Published in
May 21, 2021
Packing begins
i rummage through the shelve
and pick up a box
blooming with wealth
as i sift through them
memories roll in like a ball
from Sarah to Johnson
names i dont recall
as i read through them
i hear our hopes, our dreams
from BFFs to infatuations
behaviors so demure
i reminisce my past
pre, primary and secondary school
where their words cling on to
invaluable memories.
time seems to stop
momentarily
as i recall our dexterity
some worn thin
some already yellow
some already discarded
as my box is quite shallow
as i pack them back
i know the next time i see them
ill a year or two older
with letters more cumbersome
yet im not afraid
for i know
my recollections still tethered
till these are letters are battered
