I find it odd I am writing
–Not writing, but writing to you a letter.
For the days of pen and paper
have been replaced by phones, emails, and that which is “better.”
Honest though, these words are not careless.
I could email, call, and text you much more,
but both you and I know that I care, no less.
Letters, pens, and words no doubt
we struggle to find and use with meaning,
and I still find it odd what I am writing about.