Envelopes

they’ll go on being piled, 
one above the other.

Deprived of importance, 
unlike before…

Neither as often opened,
Seldom glanced upon.

Crammed with sentiments,
That no longer matter.
With reminiscences,
that no longer live!

Remember those days when,
You used to wait for such envelopes?

Your face would gleam,
With an ever glowing-beam.

Those envelopes were opened,
Opened and re opened.
Those feelings true,
were felt by you.

Those emotions would coincide,
with your emotions.

 

Each word written,
Would mean the world to you.

Yes! Those days seem gone.
These letters don’t matter.
Not waiting for another envelope?
*PAUSE* here’s another. 

The End

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