“I wrote you a letter once,
borrowing words from a dream,
filling the gaps with my warm breath,
while I pondered over perfect synonyms
to describe feelings you never felt.
Those words have long smudged.
Dark, cold and unyielding.
Today, I write again,
with a piece of heart,
carving gentle streets of Paris,
that we once wished to visit.
Engraving craters of the moon,
a promise was made.”
‘I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words #6‘