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.