Pages I Never Sent

Pages I Never Sent

By

Arman Rashid

I wrote to you on rainy nights, 

 When silence wrapped the city lights. 

 Each word I penned was soft and true, 

 But none of them reached out to you. 

 I kept them safe, those quiet lines, 

 Between old books and folded signs. 

 A smile, a tear, a gentle plea- 

 All trapped in ink, afraid to be. 

 I told you things I couldn’t say, 

 Like how I missed you every day. 

 How dreams of you still came and went, 

 In pages I just never sent. 

 Some hearts speak loud some hide instead- 

 Mine spoke in letters you never read. 

 And though they’re lost in time’s deep sea, 

 Each word still whispers, “You were home to me.”