Letters

Those days
We wrote each other letters
From passing notes to
Confessing love

The letters you wrote to me
I kept setting them on fire
As if burning them into ashes
You would be erased

And yet
We still write to each other in dreams
Always in a distance and always in silence
Except when the pen scratching the paper
My heart aches

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Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

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