strange how
misunderstood
the written
word can be.
lacking inflection
or the wink
and nod, the slight
of hand or
heart intended.
friends get
lost that
way, this way
in which we
speak in these
fast and furious
times on
small phones
with short cut
words and vague
meaning that
have no patience
for delay. long
gone is the
knock on the door,
the one phone
in the kitchen
ringing, with
one voice and
a reason to say
hello. in
the far past
is the letter
thought through,
with hand against
paper, pressing,
heartfelt and
written.
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