Softly
gently yours faithfully looping
Way
across pages your own handwriting
That
has all my attention, its meaning
Everything,
now the moment is gone, missing
Into
our shared past. Wronging and righting
Your
voice unique joking, glad, inviting
Clicktop
intensives scribbledepopping
Voom
vocabulary, your telltale signing.
Your
speaking voice fared over hills singing
Special
as may be, now to me ghosting.
I
cannot hear at will you speaking
But
your writing I know at first sighting
Sibilants,
inclines, boxed-ins, re-inkling
Yours
only, telling me everything, everything…
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