I still have your love letters by the way.
Enveloped with the love I can still give until today.
I still read them as if we didn’t mutter our goobyes and curse each other every night.
I tucked them gently closer to my chest and try to reminsce all the memories we thought can outstand the rest.
I still have your love letters by the way
though I have seen you across the street with somebody,
You changed your status to in a relationship today
You have never bothered greeting me on my birthday
and have seenzoned all my messages on a Christmas Day.
But who cares?h
I have your love letters anyway.
I still have your love letters by the way
though you never talked to me
we never patched things like it should be
we let the wolves howl our longings to the moon
and you never move an inch in your hate throne.
Nevertheless, your loveletters are still at home.
Each night, I read them again and again
mouthing every word as if freshly spoken,
remembering a shadow who once promised his love never be shaken
and shaming oneself for the desperate waiting.
Until that time when grief has spent itself,
regrets become jokes in private,
pains no longer hide in the closet,
I’ll keep the loveletters waiting for just one final visit.
