Letters, old and new

The d on the page reminds me
Of your scrunched up lips
As you navigate the two turns
That make the d
The pressure of the pencil decreasing
Across the years.

I run my hand over the letters
The smoothness of the paper
Similar to the skin
I once could caress endlessly.

I pick up the phone
And look at the perfect words
Each created with the same face
Was it smiling?
Was it ruffled?

I stare at a particular tiny one
Right under your name
It hooks me immediately
“Online” it says
And I run my fingers over it
The feel of the glass
Smooth and cold
But I know its still you.

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About Aditi

My thoughts are who I am and I am what my thoughts make me.
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