The Flutter of a Letter’s Loose Stamp
A letter’s loose stamp flutters at the corner—half - stuck, ink smudged, a butterfly about to take flight from the envelope’s edge. It’s a postage stamp from a country long visited, a face from a past life, now clinging by a thread. Gently press it; feel the paper’s texture, the way it resists, a metaphor for memories that refuse to be fully anchored. Loose stamps whisper that connections are never entirely severed, that even the most fragile links can carry the weight of a thousand unspoken words, and that the sweetest farewells are those that linger, half - touched, on the edges of goodbye.