The mails that were exchanged
Long ago
Now were the only source for her
To remember him.

Giggling, smiling, sniffing
She read those mails,
Trying to remember
How it was to talk via mails.
She never sent letters
Neither to the relatives or anyone,
Until him.

Mail after mail,
The more letters were exchanged
The more close they got;
Defying the distance.
Though no matter how many days it took
For the mails to arrive
She always waited for them eagerly;
Until one day
They stopped coming.

//Mails
~sg