Your letters make me crumble like a sand castle on the beach
Breaking me apart like constellations breaking from galaxies
Strangling both my heart and soul when I read them out loud.
Your letters make me bleed crimson, blue and grey altogether
Giving me the lump in the throat and salty waterfalls on my cheeks
When I read them in your voice in my head.
Your letters make me nostalgic like the sea shells on the shore
Like an old man thinking of his wife who died too young
Like a troubled woman in her thirties reminiscing her happy childhood days
Making me painfully aware of your ever increasing absence.
Your letters make me crave you
Like flamingos craving for fish in the ocean.
Kindling a desire to hold you and kiss your warm brown hands.
Your letters enshroud my being with the numbing scent of your love
When I imagine your hands running over the white paper
Sealing it with their warmth and benign fragrance.
Your letters smile at me like a full moon on a star less night
They speak to me in a languages unknown
Caresses and whispers, tears and smiles.
Your letters melt me over and over again
Like a cascading chocolate lava cake
They make me crave for your scent
Like a junkie craving for heroine.
They make me smile through the tears
Like a little boy having found his lost toy.