This poem is about the demise of letter writing
The writing is on the wall
How many hearts have you buoyed?
How many souls have you saddened?
never wavering in a storm
Your mouth slightly open
waiting for the words to utter
Hoping that this lull is only temporary
one day people may discover their loss
Rekindle the forgotten art
Serving your purpose once again
Replete with handwritten missives
penned by lovers and friends.
Paper thin, faded words,
Subtle hints of perfumed pages
are all we have to link our