(Inspired by Sarah Kay's 'Postcards')
It started from the empty space
That you and I created
On one glorious day
It swallowed us
Consumed, in consummate veracity
To leave us wanting in between
I write words to fill that emptiness
Because I know no other use for it
And from those sentences
Strung into matter, shaped into, forming
A likeness of you
How I want to remember you to be
Do not leave it to waste
For everything, anything shall expire some day
But not this; not us
Not this memory
It crumbles now as we speak
Words you and I will never hear
I still send letters into space
Hoping someone somewhere will track you down
And recognise you from the descriptions
He will place them in your hands and tell you
- There is a girl who still writes to you
She does not know how not to -
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