What gets left behind
with our unmade minds
forever rushing?
What do we leave behind
if we did not take the
the time to notice?
What is no longer mine
because neither you nor I
could take our time?
12/02/2024 j.g.l.
Letter from a friend,
appreciated
though not unexpected.
A faraway smile
from the past, once
my hometown.
Distance is lessened.
Communication counts.
Handwriting makes it real.
Printing on the back of
an envelope as heartfelt
as the words within.
Sentiment stands out from
an assortment of
bills, notices, flyers
and junk mail.
I still write letters,
I still receive letters.
Always meaningful.
Always cherished.
10/05/2020 j.g.l.