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A time of distance
greater than before
perhaps I’ll take this space
and endear to a practice
of the old days
a time when time
and distance
stretches
far
to send only a few words
or perhaps longer
a postcard
or a bundle of
letters
for the loneliness
felt from being afar
perhaps we can be closer
again
the smooth texture
of a card
that quips a bright hello
or these rough pages
of scratchy handwritings
that confesses so much more
maybe we can find
again
a kind of warmth
only found in something
that can be felt
held

touched

when was the last time we touch
can I say I miss you
or will we be in touch
soon enough

Sent you a little postcard, remember me sometime?

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Siti Nabihah

Writes for sanity, doodles for clarity. Maybe, maybe not. Just a tad poetic about life.