FREE VERSE Poem: Trace, by M. Nandakumar

On the crumpled paper
that wrapped the things
brought home,
I find some words:

Beloved….
Never….
Why….
Will you abandon….

And other fading letters,
blurred emotions.
I contemplate the heart
that swelled while writing these lines,
the fingers that trembled.

Destined to be loved,
perhaps only after death—
and only briefly—
someone’s eyes,
still gleam on this paper.

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