Day 16 -- A Letter

Thought I'd Say

I write them in my head, the letters our biographers will wish they had.
I think how I will send them to you, on linen paper or embossed cards,
how, I will set down my half of our remarkable correspondence with a silver
fountain pen, and you will reply with yours, which is gold, shaping
your tenderest thoughts in that perfect, slender script, because you have
so much to say to me in my head, where I hear the nib in the engine
of your hand scoring its inky way cross the page, the very sound of longing.