The Last Letter

She wrote her feelings every day,
In quiet words she’d never say.
A heart so soft, a love so true,
She kept it all, away from view.

Then came a boy, so full of light,
Who made her dark days feel so bright.
They laughed, they dreamed, they stayed for long,
Two hearts that felt they both belong.

But soon the time to part had come,
He chased his dreams, she stayed alone.
“I’ll come back soon,” he softly said,
She smiled, but tears inside she hid.

The days went by, the calls grew less,
Her silent heart felt more distress.
Yet every night, with hope so deep,
She wrote him letters she would keep.

One rainy day, her world turned grey,
The doctor’s words took hope away.
Her time was short, her breaths were few,
But still her love for him just grew.

She never called, she never cried,
She kept her pain all locked inside.
One final letter she did write,
With fading hope and breaking light.

“I loved you more than words can say,
But never wished to make you stay.
If you remember me someday,
Just think of me and softly pray.”

Then one day, she closed her eyes,
Left behind tears and silent cries.
Her letters stayed, her love so deep,
In pages where her dreams still sleep.

He came back with a hopeful heart,
But found their world had torn apart.
A box of letters, all unread,
Were all the words she never said.

With shaking hands, with tear-filled sight,
He read her love through every line.
Too late he knew, too late to see,
She waited till eternity.

“I came back now…” he cried in pain,
But whispers answered him in vain.
For love so pure, he couldn’t keep,
Now lives only in memories deep.
                                      Sulakshana Dutta