There is a certain romance lost

when a communication comes out of the blue,

the modern love of the instant message received and crossed

is nothing to having a significant day made superior by a letter from you.

The hand writing, sincere, legible and carefully written,

has been pondered over, adjusted and cleaned by scraps

of paper unseen left by her own bin, tossed in by anguished hand and nail bitten

fingers as she gropes for the right, beautiful word, outlined by doodled maps.