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?
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
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?
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