LETTER, Hmm

LO and BEHOLD!!! i'm being formed,
those blots of ink that make me,
a relic filled with emotions,
and i sense my creators feelings.

I can see clearly now,
AHH!!! such a young damsel,
with sparkling yet desolate eyes,
she writes about the month gone by,

about the sweltering days,
filled with joy and daily chores,
the usual neighborhood fights,
and how she longs for him to come back...

BUT WHATS THIS!!!!!
I see her weeping,
those hot tears dropping onto me,
and i sense her longing in her words....

HA!!!!! she's finishing it now,
those little ardent endings,
"eagerly awaiting your return honey"
simple yet like an magnet to bring him back...

as i get ready now,
to be folded and enveloped
i'm shocked,
she's crying now!!!

picks me up in those tender hands,
looking at me with those eyes,
past, pain, pity, present
portrayed on her face...

then she FILES ME!!!
i never expected THIS!!!
am i one of those wasted letters??
how could such emotions be wasted??
i ask myself,
dejected and angry i look around....

OHHH!!!! i see a hoard of letters here!!
all waking up from a deep slumber,
eyeing my contents intently,
bewildered i ask them...

"why are all of us being wasted so??
why such cruelty?"
slowly one of them answer,
weighing on his words....

"we all are just like you brother,
written by our dear mistress...
to her loved one..
who is at war..

[pauses]

"or so she writes,
she writes every month,
empties all her feelings into us,
to send it to her master......
who died 5 years ago..."

and i remain shocked....