letter 2016

Letter 2016

In the depths of my diary, a letter lay concealed,
Dated 2016, a year that time had revealed.
As I unfolded the worn pages, a surprise awaited me,
For the address was blank, a mystery that still reverberates in me.

I had penned this letter in autumn's hue,
Yet, it whispered secrets of spring, a season anew.
Was it the innocence of youth's unbridled heart?
Or the silent echoes of a soul's deepest, unspoken part?

This letter, meant for one, remained unspoken, unheard,
I hid it from prying eyes, a secret I had incurred.
Within its folds, my first poem took shape, a trembling start,
A reverence that faltered, a farewell that touched the heart.

What if I had sent it, would time have taken a different hue?
Would the seasons have whispered secrets, both old and new?
Could I have rewritten it, with a heart that's wiser, yet still true?
I wish I had mentioned the rains, in that letter of old, anew.

Oh, to have stolen that autumn, to make it my own,
To have held on to the moments, that made my heart a home.
For in the silence of that letter, I hear a whispered sigh,
A longing that echoes still, across the seasons, and the years that lie.

-Goldi Mishra