The Letter

Aiken Emmanuel Quipot

And this how i read the letter

Because it was locked,

Tied with glittered thread

And a scent only i can smell.

Careful, everytime i do so,

Flashes the bittersweet memories

Of what was then, us.

With most utmost care

The untying's done and it's time

Every word is a promise

Of love and compassion 

Each word is a lie

Of denials we thought wouldn't come

Every time  the moon meets the sun

A drop of tear is always shed

Yes, not just for a moment

Still i run my sight

Through each line 

Feeling the warmth 

Only such words can donate

Until the cozy fog clears

And my eyes pierce through

What was then a reality 

And sees the lies

At least for every moment

I go back when lies were truth

And truth were shrouded
And the end

A wishful conclusion

A promise broken

And I roll it back to where it was

So it would be a promise to keep once again