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Friday, February 03, 2017

The Unwritten Postcards

All those places we visited
Through our conversations
And all the beautiful sights we saw
Through our shared dreams
I have a colourful postcard
For every place we’ve never been
Hundreds of postcards
And a few dozen unwritten letters
All stored away safely
In the dusty drawers of my mind
I take them out sometimes
And breathe in that smell of yours
Which was never there
To give myself a reason to breathe
As I imagine us once again
At all those places we never went
And to envelop myself 
In a comforting, yet false relief

© Copyright Renu Vyas

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