Letters

We scribble a note or two, 

For someone dear to you.

Alas! we're trapped!

Our pens would not stop.

So much stories to tell, 
A familiar writing, you know so well.
So many secrets and declarations,
Of love, hope and aspirations.


Then, somewhere, somehow,
No one knows how,
We come to realize,
We become friends, we can not despise.


- originally written by jigs on 12/19/952