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.