Every single day, I write to you.
I write to you a million letters.
Each letter with a billion words.
Each word with a trillion feelings.
Each little feeling, with a zillion heartbeats.
I write to you, about the alarm that did not ring;
That silly key that I forgot to bring;
The door-knob that targeted my hand;
That stupid presentation that I could not turn grand.
I write to you, about my favourite chocolate;
The song that’s been in my head, of late;
What divine-good healthy breakfasts do;
Which colors look really good on you.
I write to you, about that friend who ditched;
My friend’s view on the seven-year itch;
The argument at home that left me upset;
That unkind word that caused so much unrest.
I write to you, about the season’s first rains;
The first raindrops that struck the window panes;
The growing fondness for changing seasons;
And other trivial things I need as reasons -
To write to you and let you know -
That you are with me, everywhere I go.
And as I write to you those words,
I wonder if you’ll ever know..
About the million letters I write to you.
The ones i never did show..
