17 November 2012
They are
Just words,
Electronic print
On a laptop screen,
Barely real,
Deletable,
But they mean
So much more;
They stand for
Time and effort,
Thought and concern,
Love and affection,
Breathe life into
Our distant connection.
You write with
Such simple honesty,
Earnest accidental poetry,
Each line becomes
A musical score to
The song of my life,
That swells to a
Crescendo inside
Each new message that
Lands clumsily in
My overflowing inbox.
They are
Just words,
Typed and sent
Halfway around
The world,
In an instant;
The wonders of
Modern technology
Enable our long-distance
Email love poetry.
Email Love Poetry • Opuss № I