Nov 2012
You used to be a postman.
I saw one today
about your age
and remembered you.
You used to carry letters.
I asked you to write
Because I am not fond
of this digital world.
You know how to write.
I hope that you do
Only speak to me
with the words on the paper.
In the days you were e a Postman,
from a country across the ocean,
I wrote to you.
You never wrote to me.
I saw one today
about your age
and remembered you.
You used to carry letters.
I asked you to write
Because I am not fond
of this digital world.
You know how to write.
I hope that you do
Only speak to me
with the words on the paper.
In the days you were e a Postman,
from a country across the ocean,
I wrote to you.
You never wrote to me.
I will probably write a revised version of this eventually so this is technically a rough piece. I wrote it now because it was today that I saw a postman...so it is still fresh in my mind.
