Snail mail
by C.S. Scotkin
I wrote to you tonight,
Inconsequential musings
this time a font is used,
you may not recognize it.
I wrote to you in love
of life’s sweet, small adventure.
How much I do miss you,
I yearn to hold you soon.
I wrote to you, dear one,
a small gift from me tonight,
one etched by my own hand.
The post man will deliver.
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