This is in continuation of the poem ‘Ninety Nine Kisses’
I hesitated to unlock that chest,
Where our incomplete story now rests
On top right lays the cardigan I had knit,
Your scent greets me, every time I embrace it.
Underneath it hides, the letters you wrote,
And it was then l found, your last note:
“I miss you more than ever,
You own my heart for now and forever,
Things here aren’t alright,
But I’ll give my all to win this fight.
I promise to return as soon as l can,
Wait at ‘our’ place, my dear Anne.”
I rushed through the woods to reach there,
Where your laughter still breathes in the air
The flowers still sway in the movement of your fingers,
When your hand held mine, in the first snowfall of winters
Where the stream still sings the song of our love,
But I helplessly stand, looking above.