A letter

This morning, I came to the office, sat down at my desk and thought about what I’ll do today. The tasks, the endless tasks I will have to take care of. Such an ordinary beginning. But then my heart spoke to me and in that moment, I knew I carry you in my heart everyday, every moment…even in those mundane seconds where I think about just tasks.

And then, that made me want to write, write about carrying you with me. But dismayed, I realized somebody else has already written something perfect about the subject. e. e. cummings starts like this-

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)…

There you go…I am robbed of a perfect moment!

[Full poem here.]


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