i unfolded his letter,
his toddler handwriting
blind vigorous eyes,
those ink-blotted words
are like accidental pies.
they could’ve been better,
others would say.
⠀⠀⠀
to me,
his fingertips swooned
a little too tipsy
and his words trapped
an air full of perfume.
i love it all,
i want it all,
but i folded the letter anyway.
⠀⠀⠀
i created creases
to each edge, side and center
streaks of lines increases
when i made a paper plane.
after loads of papercuts,
off the plane, it goes.
soon, it will be gone,
but those folds
won’t go away.