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May 2014
I wish I could write him a letter
just to ask how he was doing.

If the food tastes different there
if the sky is bluer at 10 AM
if he can see the moon from his window

But really, all I want to know
is if he loves the crinkle of written-on paper
as much as I do

and if sometime, he might
want to write me back
just to feel the paper between his fingers
and the words beneath his palms?
Gabrielle Sabrino
Written by
Gabrielle Sabrino  Birmingham, AL
(Birmingham, AL)   
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