A lost letter

I often get lost in whites

While I stood there amid the tall mountains

Amid all colors

Yellow orange blue pink

I still am hung up on few words you shared

Rather questions

They felt like small talks

I noticed you but then I forgot you

With the winds embracing me

With the sky flirting

With the mountains hi fying

I still remember you

I answered you questions only to realise 

Its been days for them to travel to you

So while we were at the post office that day

Inking the postcards in stamps of the city

I sent one to you

But it still remains in the whites with the wind on those mountains