Our  love together lies condensed in a trinket trove, diminutive jottings stored as if precious !
squiggles of quick fast strokes, your  rapid love now so impersonal and distant ,
the secretive amour , mingled with a tangled mysterious air
Expressive only with a hint or a glance  deciphered as our unwritten code, only I refined it to name it love.
I long to expunge the stilted scribbles,compose it with the ruby passion that defined my romance, defied my caution -
Unlike the scrunched up passion  taciturn even when elemental
Sometimes the letters shoo out , uncaring of consequences, only if my soprano exclaims could transform my lover's aloof syllables to mellifluous eloquence.
 Was I the solitary lover living in edgy spaces cursed with unrequited pining ?
Your coldness moving me to destroying madness, your impassive and dry letters wring out melancholic flow hurling me into a morbid world.
Some stormy days I am drawn back to the past
the sobs of my soul and the deluge of the poring rain merge becoming one.
 I leaf through the wooden sentiments,  solicit resolution to the gnawing question
Did you ever love me, like I loved you ?