Postman

I will write letters to the mars
I’m living to see you live
I realised I never belonged to the house,
the house that existed within myself,
May be my ghost will live there,
Even after i die i will still write letters to you
that cries out stories of my short lived happiness.
that breaks stories of my body screeming and becoming void.
if the postman ever reads my letters
He would knew how I was lookikg for you in the place where there was no human existence.

From,

Aparna.