The weight we assign
To text messages
Saddens this heart of mine
The number of messages
The rate of response
The length of replies
Who initiates
Mixed up emojis
A tragic triple text
Do not fret dear one
Technology is new
Love is blessedly ancient
Your lovely purple lilacs
Your hand written letter
Your secret surprise
Will arrive on Saturday
At 8pm on the dot
I will text you then
To let you know
I am at your door
Poems of Pandemic Days by Alice Curley 