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#10
Paper cuts and smearing red from a traveled number ten
Abated breath and awaited mess of emotional anticipation
You are more than this and worth every patient second of
The miles between us and ocean expanse for I love
You more than a postage stamp
Lathered onto a #10 envelope ----
Contents of words
Strewn across flattened
Dried-out trees.
You would have been my Best Pen-Pal
And romantic chats of love,
And foods, kids and cats
Would have felt as if a lifetime ago.
Today, modern technology
Has quickened the process.
You are more than my #10 Pen-Pal.
You are my Best Friend, my Love and Lover
My Beautiful Kind
Hand Fasted Bride to be.
Video chats daily
Prevent the angst of
The knowledge and reminders
Of thousands of miles between us
And what could have been
The weekly anticipation of
The number ten.
Can we “Skype” now?
Abated breath and awaited mess of emotional anticipation
You are more than this and worth every patient second of
The miles between us and ocean expanse for I love
You more than a postage stamp
Lathered onto a #10 envelope ----
Contents of words
Strewn across flattened
Dried-out trees.
You would have been my Best Pen-Pal
And romantic chats of love,
And foods, kids and cats
Would have felt as if a lifetime ago.
Today, modern technology
Has quickened the process.
You are more than my #10 Pen-Pal.
You are my Best Friend, my Love and Lover
My Beautiful Kind
Hand Fasted Bride to be.
Video chats daily
Prevent the angst of
The knowledge and reminders
Of thousands of miles between us
And what could have been
The weekly anticipation of
The number ten.
Can we “Skype” now?
Published 2nd Nov 2018
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2nd Nov 2018 5:54am
2nd Nov 2018 7:33am
4th Nov 2018 11:53am
Video chats daily
Prevent the angst of
The knowledge and reminders
Of thousands of miles between us
Certainly one for remembering when
It's upon the moments of just that
Distance is but a beautiful journey to undertake
And shouldn't even be considered as anything other than beautiful when closing the space between each forward step taken
Prevent the angst of
The knowledge and reminders
Of thousands of miles between us
Certainly one for remembering when
It's upon the moments of just that
Distance is but a beautiful journey to undertake
And shouldn't even be considered as anything other than beautiful when closing the space between each forward step taken
2nd Nov 2018 10:50am
This takes me back 48 years to when war separated my husband and I for nearly a year. The wait each day to see if a letter would arrive, to give an inkling of the happenings within his day (sometimes a week) spent there. Yes, his hand also, expressing his love, and longing to be back home together.
Modern technology didn't allow for real time exchanges back then, and now, thankfully, we've no need of it, for all we have to do is turn and call each others name.
Wishing you and yours likewise, and for the memories this brought back.
Modern technology didn't allow for real time exchanges back then, and now, thankfully, we've no need of it, for all we have to do is turn and call each others name.
Wishing you and yours likewise, and for the memories this brought back.
2nd Nov 2018 1:48pm
Wow! Your LDR sounds like way more difficult than ones I've endured.
Happy to have brought back fond memories.
Thank you for reading and sharing
Happy to have brought back fond memories.
Thank you for reading and sharing
