May 11, 2026Missive
In those early days
mortality
In those early days
Hot blood
Heating your cheeks
Burning through
Every humiliation
Every rejection
Sexual awakenings
Every morning
Relationship breakups
At every turn
Caught in
A learning circle
Waiting for a letter
Hoping for good news
Sitting on the stairs
Facing the door
Waiting all day
For the post
To drop
A postcard
A letter by airmail
Perfumed envelopes
Swalk.
Norwich was saucy
Too many acronyms
To count
Nowadays.
With little of value
In the letter box
Fliers and estate agents
Filling the gap
Perhaps communication
Is no longer an art form
You recognise.
OMG
Emojis
And memes
Are easy to send
Instantaneously
And less onerous
A task
Than putting pen to paper.