She found a quiet afternoon, Pulled out a chair with paper in hand. She slowly let her memories flow. Poured her heart into a waiting pen, She smiled... She paused... She crossed out a word or two. Every little change she made Was made because she thought of you. I am the letter Folded with care. Carrying pieces of yesterday From here to there No text bubbles, No Smiley's... No Memes I'm made of ink... Of paper... Of memories and dreams. I wear the stamp of a distant land, Travel oceans, skies and rails. Pass through hands that never know The precious words here inside.. Your phone keeps buzzing, With "LOL" and "OMG." But I am bringing something Those Acronyms can never be. Now you're unfolding every page, Reading every careful line. You can almost hear her laughing Between each word of mine. I carry time. I carry thought. I carry moments no tweet can truly touch. And long after every meme has lost its meaning... Every text fades away... I'll still be waiting In an old shoebox... Where every page still holds a moment... And every word still knows your name. I am the letter... an actual letter... A hand-written letter "I don't travel the fastest... But I come from the heart and can last forever."
