neon chatterjee

A Letter Too Late

Yesterday I got your letter;
the letter that you never wrote in ink - still,
I felt it - in my heart.
I read the letter in your eyes, I read it
in the brilliant glow of your pupils.
It was written on your face - with your tears;
it was written - 'come and take me'.

Standing on the road below, I could discern only those four words
through the iron bars of your window.
I never guessed that you were in such a hurry.
Today I heard that you have left - alone.
Beside the empty bottle of sleeping pills, you left no note.

- neon chatterjee