A handwritten letter

a handwritten letter

Yes, maybe that will do.

So you finally must bear witness

To what wanted to be said, and later became overcome with scribbles

The thoughts brimming with emotion; the writing faltered

Small raised dots of once wet paper, when holding back tears became impossible

Ink hue shifting from black to blue, when the pen became weary and died

(as did i)

Maybe the paper smells like me a little...

Then for once could I get through to you?

Doubt it.