A Letter to You
One of my friends suggested I write. He believes that writing can be cathartic. I don’t know if it can be, but I am trying. I have held on to your memory since the time you left. And I don’t know how long it will be till I can let go completely.
I wish you hadn’t left so soon. We had so much time together, but I wanted to make more memories. I wanted to take a photo where you had your toothy grin, and your eyes twinkled with mischief. You may not have known it, but it lit up the world around you. I wanted to hear your voice, how easily it could ease my fears. You made me listen, and I calmed down enough to listen to my own voice. I wanted to hold your hand, wondering if I could ease your worries.
I wanted you to read what I wrote. You had always pushed me to write better. I wanted to walk with you, talking about those days that made us smile. I wanted to talk about the books I had read, the words that had made me speechless. You were one who could understand that part of me. One of the very few who could. I wanted to tell you how easily your temper flared, and how I wished you hadn’t become silent when you didn’t get your way.
Most of all, I wanted to tell you once again that you mattered to me.
Many have asked me why I chose to write this letter on an old typewriter. Maybe it is the sound of the keys that calms me. It sounds rhythmic at a time when life seems to have no rhythm. No. It is because if I type “I MISS YOU”, no one can tell me to erase them.
Knowing you might never read these words…
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
9th August, 2017)