I Stole A Letter

 To all my friends you know what I'm talking about here. I finally got the chance to make something out of my Zahir like experience.

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I stole a letter.

It wasn't even addressed to me.

But it was about me.

Jumbled words caressing

My wounded heart of long ago.

Honest declarations of

Love connected the

Recalcitrant texts.

Indulging in the creation

Of goodbyes and hellos.

I read.

I felt.

I ached.

I wished.

I reminisced.

I longed.

I let go.

I stole a letter. 

It almost stole my heart too.

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