Letters
It’s the quiet that kills
The silence that slays
The loneliness that leaves holes in the soul
like a moth eaten sweater
I remember before today's technology
how a thrill would go through my body
from the top of my head to my toes
at the sight of a letter addressed to me
He would spritz the ones he sent
with his cologne so I wouldn’t feel alone
hearing his voice in my head as I read them
You can’t do that with email or over the phone
conversing through a computer screen
Such a simple thing as a letter once made me smile
I wish I could return to that time for a while
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