One Last Love Letter

You—I know not whether you could recall My name and my old, dead words. Forgive me; For my lips are too dry to bring them back, my voice Too hoarse to capture what used to live, my ink Too faint to paint all that was once true. But, let me Now tell you something else—something which Has never changed: I know we don’t talk anymore. We Text, we chat, we send things to each Other’s ask-box. But, even now, I hope I am me to you—I hope I’ve been human: Flesh and bones, pulses and heartbeats; Tears and blood, hugs and kisses; Not Inanimate, cryptic texts and mere digital smileys Flashing on the flat screen whenever You log into Tumblr, or Viber, or KakaoTalk. I hope you hear laughter in my every LOL, I hope you catch the disappointment Between my O’s and K’s, I hope you feel Lean arms holding you with my every ‘/hugs’; I hope your lips twitched from my soft breathing, Back when I used to text you ILU. So I write you one last love letter—all pen and paper; Though I know: I can only mail it, all in HTML codes.