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I cannot win you over or back by affixing the self-adhesive stamp.
I will not turn time to hallways and hand-written notes, wide rule notebook paper
With bi-fold cards, sentiment on scrapbook paper, newspaper cutouts, gift cards
If we cannot have a cup of coffee,
Sit hours in uncomfortable chairs to tell stories,
I cannot know that you like the foam extra dry, that you don’t even like coffee
Peppermint tea with soy milk and honey
If I cannot be in the folding stadium seat beside you
On the ice, behind the boards or in the balcony, beer in a plastic cup
Swimming in the sleeves of my right wing who was on the Maple Leafs—
Now the Flyers
I cannot send myself to you
I cannot cross state lines
I am liquid and perishable
I am hazardous and otherwise fragile
I have crossed state lines, I have sent myself to you
I have bore this bridge
Unbroken this chasm, if only now, by mail.
And—
There is the possibility that this cannot be maintained by mail.
Linda… Part of the reason I love your writing so much is that it always makes me FEEL. It’s so very legitimate and unpretentious, I can feel the emotion coming from your words. Love you.
This is wonderful.
The void without your comments, Matt, is not filled by others. Covet your feedback, however small. Glad to see evidence of your coming around.
Can you find the time and/or desire to pick up blogging again? I hate the blank space on my blogroll 🙂 Take care.
-L.