A WET LOVE LETTER (DECIPHERED)
I wrote to you
All the things I couldn’t tell
A beautiful letter
Consummated by love
Drained with the effort
Eyes moist when I finished
Parched gullet
I reach for the glass of water
My shivering hands betrayed
Debilitated state of mind
I gasp, as things unfold before ne
The glass tripping over
The jotter getting immersed
The words changing shapes
Meaningless paint designs
I grab at the piece of parchment
That now has footings all my secrets
All my infamous burrows
Which I wanted to reveal to you
A blind courage that you will run to me
Knowing the real me
Alas, I can’t write anymore
I don’t want to write anymore
A mishap–and joy turns to sorrow. The sense of grief is well communicated.
Captures adroitly THAT moment which for some can become frozen in time. This also recalls another ” wet love letter ” although realised on the screen ,when in the 1943 Classic ” Casablanca ” ,Humphrey Bogart’s character Rick Blaine is left standing in the heavy rain on a railway station platform waiting for a certain female and waiting. Part of him dissolves too.