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