Too many heartaches that I've been experiencing in life, from betrayal to grief of death, at the moment, I don't think I'm able to write a gratitude letter.
But one thing I'm sure of is my gratitude of poetry. It has been the place where I can write my sadness into a poetic writing.
"I wake up and I am grateful, that I get one more day to write you. The fragrance of excitement the moment sunlight approaches my window, and gently touches my skin, warming my soul. Reminding me of our rendezvous. The one that has been going on since the day you left, the one that happens inside my world of words.
I am still here, sweetheart… and I don’t have a plan yet to leave.
We were something, our tale was not just a love story, it was a soul connection. For once I believed that soul mate existed.
As I spill my first letter, your reminiscent starts to pour in, and I let them to rhythm with the rain on my face.
Under warm sunlight, together they flow. Inside these words, I am knitting my blanket, letter by letter, words by words. A blanket that would warm my soul whenever it feels cold for it’s longing for you.
Inside this ink, I waltz, I jive, I cha cha cha, and I slow dance, with you. You are here, too, sweetheart, we are here.
You are alive inside this ink, the one that I have been spilling from the moment sun says hello to me, until it bids me goodbye, letting the moon and stars to appear and lighten up my midnight melancholy.