An Old Note

I press the folded edges
As the creases start to break
The old paper tries hard
To hold on that little longer
Its slowly fading vows.

Vows that you once wrote
Before you left that morning
After that night of storms
When my lips wrote their own
On your naked heart.

The letter has grown old
Like the eyes that look for you
And fingers that still try
To find that touch once known
Left in those withered lines.

One day when years pass
And lost are the lines forever
A hand will hold that note
Searching two ancient lovers
And a vow will be complete.

© Arindam Dey

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