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Cross-posted from More Flying Twigs

The Necessity Of Greeting Cards
My love, do you see the ocean
between us? The Atlantic
has bloated there like no-man’s-land.
Every word I speak is devoured
by winds on the high seas.

My love, I bought one hundred
pairs of wings, last night
in one hundred paper envelopes.
They carry with them all the words
I cannot say.

My love, I stayed up until morning
to place a kiss within each message.
I wore red lipstick, and by dawn
I had kissed you one hundred times.

I want to tell you every story.
I want te give you all the words
ever uttered, but I am mute.
So take these offerings:

Thank you.
I’m sorry.
Get well soon.
I love you.
I wish you the best.
I wish you the best…

The cards are signed.
The envelopes stamped.
Now they fly.

- by GennaRose Nethercott