Letters
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I have a fondness for
The writing and receiving of letters.
I don’t mind those that are typed,
Composed upon machine with perfected keys
So that individuality must come
Deciphered from the author’s words.
I must confess though that
I much prefer those missives
Written by hand, in pen,
Where I can decipher
Whether they hurried to
Write what they wished, or
Took time to craft their letter
As if they were curating our friendship
With each carefully chosen word.
Or maybe it’s a lover who’s written
An amorous note, wishing to leave
Something more intimate
Than letters on a screen,
Which are uniform and neat,
The antithesis of love.
But alas in this modern day
Where texts and emails,
Phone calls and dm’s abound
I who, is old of soul, still waits
For a letter to arrive by post.
–
William Sutphin