I want to take back words, sentences,
metaphors, idioms and
all the run off sentences you never got. I will
burn them in a pile by
your door. I loved it
when words remained in my desk drawer.
It meant something to know when
and how to use a comma
and periods. They always mattered
to me. It was final somehow.
I knew where you began
and ended. Now everything
is blurred and I type on a tiny screen.
Do you even get it?