for all the letters,
i would never write to you
i would write a poem,
at odd hours,
like at 5:49 am,
after waking up
from a vivid dream,
about you
i am tempted,
to let my muscle
memory – find
your name,
in my contact list
and tell you
how i saw you
getting married,
in a beautiful red
lehenga
with starry gold sequence
and you send me
pictures of your
marriage
to a man,
i never knew
you come
and tell me,
that he is no threat
o’ my love but
you are so beautiful
i strangle my memories
of you and let,
the pain asphyxiate me
slowly collapsing
my lungs, my
heart, my memory
of you
i would never write to you
no long letters
only love poems,
which will
never find their way to you
and i see you
happy,
in my dream
and i am happy
for you and
in pain for
the dreams of us
i would never write to you
