Love Letters Poem by Paul Reed

She types away in soulless repose
With nerve-endings diluted by microchips
Not on fragrant paper that hearts overthrows
Or promises the kiss of lips;
Her characters neat, but no longer outpour
With excitement from fingers to pen,
The time taken, the effort made, no more
Remoteness taken over by then;
Her hands can no longer feel or grip
But just jab, poke, prod and paw,
A forgotten feeling that time has let slip
The soothing of ink can no longer explore;
She will not write when she can swiftly delete
Her innermost feelings cross out
Why intone with blushing shyness complete
When robots can kindness flout;
Bring her the feather, the inkpot, the quill
Bring her the scrawling, blotching and scratching
Let her love on the paper overspill
Wrap her soul in endless dispatching;
Why write a love letter, leave the heart racing
Send to giddy heights hidden emotions,
Why write with life’s pulsing throb a-pacing
With all of it’s mistakes and it’s commotions;
Leave her to space and backspace
Leave her to bury her secret fears,
Throw the sacred pen in the fireplace
And let it leak away in tears.