A Cracked Letter

I chanced to see the letters, You wrote me a long long ago, Each alphabet, Stood before me with an image, That hid so many stories, and So many tender moments of affection. I held them in my palm, Smelt the scent, That was hidden under each syllable. The letters were worn out by time, The folds cracked, As each one of them were read and re-read Innumerable times, Lost the strength To bear the emotions That were falling heavy on them. Some syllables had vanished by tear drops Some had vanished in the folds. As I held the letter, Bits of paper fell in my lap, Reminding me of the time gap. I gathered the torn pieces Tried to join them in their places But some syllables were Never to be found.