Tuesday, 23 October 2012

we used to write to each other
with paper and ink (though it took days
and days, until they turned into months,
transformed into years, we could pretend
that it was because the mail was still on its way
lost in the post, and of course it would reach eventually
the postal service was terrible, but not
evil, exactly, merely incompetent, after
all, so we’d wait and wait and wait and invariably
there would be a card, with greetings and
half-baked comments about the weather
why, even weathermen
do not argue about clouds like we didn’t
leaving all the other words unsaid)

and now, we fail to write to each other with email.


Sita said...

can i tell you that i love this very much?

i love this very much.

David said...

Very nice my friend