Writing and Sending
Once we were a world apart,
we wrote daily,
they were just the usual love letters,
but now I see clearly
they were statements
to affirm we were still here
in this wide world,
still lonely; making time
to physically lift a pen,
to write upon old blue air-mail letters,
sending them
into an unpredictable future.
If we had been truthful to love
we would have admitted
that we knew nothing
except this thing named ‘you’.
We were a mirage,
a hope
we had created of love.
When we arrived at the same place,
we stopped writing and sending.
Years later, after the parting,
we are again sharing e-mails,
again not knowing why.
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