.. Of us, two handwritten Love-letters

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We were
two Handwritten-Love-Letters,
in a world
of cold toneless screens.
As soon as
our fingertips bled ‘lovable words’
on smooth shimmering glass;
our meanings shattered ..
.. and we fell —
stuck to the sharp edges
of cut letters —
back into our own creased envelopes.
Alas…
Little by little,
the splinters slashed our paper.
Little by little,
their edges tore us into shards.
And..
with stamps without seals
with addresses without roads;
‘Qismet’ knew not
where to deliver us.
Thus,
a pair of
undelivered
Love-Letters we remain
.. forever forgotten..
in the abandoned old mail-sack
of Life’s only Postman.
~ IZ ~