May be memories fade
and people change
may be my love wasn't enough
may be I wasn't enough...
No calls,no messages,we haven't spoken in days
& I am naive, I don't know what each emoji truly says
the half baked texts
the unfinished conversations
My thoughts spiral downwards
anxiety attacks is what my heart deals
the sky as if portrays melancholic hues
just then, a handwritten letter from my beloved arrives...
P.S.
- This post is a part of Blogchatter A2Z Challenge 2026.
- April is called National Poetry Month. So I have taken up the #NaPoWriMo challenge & will be posting a poem daily this month. Hope you all enjoy reading them.
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Love,
Chinmayee
Chinmayee's Creations 
This feels like a quiet ache wrapped in words… tender, uncertain, and deeply human. Just when the heart begins to lose its footing, that handwritten letter arrives like a soft ray of hope—reminding us that not all silences mean endings. Beautifully felt.
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