Letters they are, trivial and small
Sometimes they don't even matter, at all.

A typo for one, a heartbreak for another,
That single message was enough to smother.

For all those emotions that were welling inside
She couldn't feel either fear or pride.

Love or romance was never her musing,
They all seemed way too confusing.

Exchange of thoughts and feelings were common,
Until one day it turned too solemn.

A conventional greeting was the only remainder,
His behaviour had lost all its splendour.

No tears were shed, only nostalgic smiles
The two letters were all that were left to surmise.