The unsent letters
— Babuilu Towong
The letters I wrote to you,
Are still untouched in my diary.
I fear what if someone reads them before you do,
I fear what if someone finds out how much I loved you.
I expressed my love for you in a letter,
Also, I wanted to end things in a letter.
But it’s dusty now,
Inside my old rusty box.
Now that you are distant from me,
By place, By heart,
I don’t know how to send it to you,
The unsent letters for you.