The Undelivered Letter
One fine morning the doorbell rings and waiting at
the door is Mr. Brook the local postman with a letter to deliver. She
answers the door and greets Mr. Brook Good morning but her face clearly
reflects her fear to see him. She simply stands in silence waiting for Mr.
Brook to speak, he gathers his strength and says, "I am sorry Betty but
this is the last letter for you from Steve" Betty breaks down into tears
and says, "I knew he isn't coming back!"
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I bring to you a short story about a girl who writes her feelings to someone
who isn't coming back.
Betty writes a reply to the last letter she
received from Steve, hands the letter to Mr. Brook unsure if this letter will make a difference just hoping he reads it one day and returns.
Dear Steve,
You and I have feelings which are still
unspoken,
The bridge that stands between us why is it
broken?
The decisions taken with all that persistence
Didn't win the battle but created some distance
Why? why did our paths cross Overnight?
I know you were never wrong, neither I was ever
right.
Please... take me along cause I need your
help,
I don't wish to stay, don't wish to stay with myself.
Yes, there is this distance but I am sure without
treason,
I ain't asking questions cause we both have our
reasons.
Why? Why did we only saw dark and not the
light?
I know you were never wrong, neither I was ever
right.
Whoever wins this battle but I think I won't
last,
I can't take any decisions cause I still live in my
past.
I wish those beautiful days could come back,
I would see that smile and fix those cracks.
But now you are there and I am here,
Sitting alone in all that fear,
Asking the same questions every year,
Stuck in past which ain't clear,
Thinking now you were so dear,
Losing you was so severe,
I need help but no one near,
Only one wish with is sincere,
I turn around and you would appear.
Please.... take me along,
This wait......... is getting long........
Betty.
Thank you for reading.
Amazing buddy
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