Handwriting

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…