Completed, unfinished
Meeting, never met
Craving the simplest flame
The unrequited touch

Tender, a sampling
Vivacious
Do I know you?
I would like to
I would love to

Extinction is near
I can smell it
The death of the neatly
And inky curved letters
The excitement
Of receiving

One day, perhaps already
Electric transmission
Will monopolize
Gone will be
The crisp letter
Neatly folded, tantalizing
Faintly scented, terrifying

You and I
Always, on and on
Forever will exchange
The pieces of paper
Which to others
Mean nothing
Yet to us
Are the everything of eternity.