The notes and letters you wrote to me, I still have them. I could never seem to question them because in those minutes of truth I knew you were not a lie. You are busy and busy is a tranquilizer that has been fooling me with a seductive rationalism and keeping all my logically stirred doubts in the closet. Then I spot you crossing a road on a Friday afternoon in this funny small world. You wave at me and call out my name. The smile you have is flushed with a face value of excitement. A bus arrives, I get into it before I forget where I am headed to. In between the notes and letters you wrote there is a chit about benefit of the doubt and I want you keep it.

©songbriti

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