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Some folded it thrice and used it as a coaster
Some threw it in the trash, unopened,
Some told their assistants to manage them,
Thinking it was another office mail,
Some burned it first and then burnt a cigarette
Some moved to another town and left it in the closet
Some kept it underneath their telephones
In case they had to take a message
Some were modest enough to shred it into pieces
Before letting the flames of the fire place consume it,
Some had buttery toast in the morning
And wiped their hands on it
Some left it in their pocket
And were punctual at laundry
Some were basketball lovers, they rolled it into a ball,
And threw it right into the trash can.
Some moved to a more lit room while reading it
But the words were blinding so the left midway,
Some were in denial that it was addressed to them,
They refused accept it when they saw it in the mail.
And I had questions, that I could never ask
For I was short of words to use
I had already used the ones I knew
In the letters they tore apart
And they never had any answers
They never thought they were answerable to me
For they cared for everything but my words
They didn't think I would ever ask.
But for the sake of ones that made it,
The ones that were blessed to be drenched in tears,
For the ones that now lie peacefully
Somewhere in the pages of a diary or best, pinned to a wall.
I tried to drown the entire sheet in ink
Before I drowned into the past
Tried to burn the paper away
Before the thought of posting it burned me down to ashes
And just like that
Putting a cork on my thoughts
I took a glass of wine and in a table lamp's light,
I wrote a letter, again .....