His Unreplied Mails : A Cradle For The Distressed

Fifteen

To jane,

               The night were too misty right now. I hope you still had that corduroy coat I gave you. Every snowflakes were like a ray of sunshine to me. You're that one who melts my soul even if its your absence. I was sitting here alone on my rocking chair, with this pen I am holding, with your notebook on my lap, with a smiley sticker on its cover that I remembered you giving me that since I was twelve while we're exchanging funny vows on a one prickly heating summer's day. Was there anything left from you to me besides reminiscing?

                                                                                                   From Maurice