what's up?

you start to write
a letter,
a real letter,
not an e mail
or a bunch of
abbreviated
and truncated
words punched
into a phone
keyboard.
no, it's a real
letter on a sheet
of white
paper, with lines.
you have an ink
pen in your hand.
your mind is full
of wonderful things
to say,
and ways to say
them. you want to
have flourish
and embellishments.
your thoughts
are seeds turned
into flowers
ready to blossom.
it's hard
though.
there's the address,
an envelope,
you need a stamp,
a mailbox. you don't
even know
her zip code.
not to mention how
rusty your handwriting
probably is.
you grab your phone.
hey, you type.
what's up?