Day Two: Letter

scritch, scratch
words sprung from ink
and sent across far distances.
Revealed to teary eyes

splish, splash
running tears breaking
up the walls of distance.
sending warmth and fondness

“Here I am”
the paper cries
love written, lasting beyond distance.

Dearest One…


Letters are lovely, especially if you’re hearing from someone important to you. This poem sprang into my mind slowly, and I think I’m kind of liking the single line at the end. Mayhaps I’ll do it for the rest of April? Too early to know, but we’ll see!



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