He left me to love notes
carved on the aspens

Writing was his passion
and his letters long lasting

leaving traces of jasmine in the air

His family was Punjabi
and he wrote his notes in Punjabi

I’d find them in the fall
and trace the xs with my fingers

Sometimes I’d linger
hoping to meet him

The son of a bus driver
who loved me.

Keep_reading 🙂 🙂
Love ❤ ❤