Letters (Un)Masked

You do not

delight in me

when I approach you

with letters,

unmasked.

.

You think you know

what I know,

and are tired

of the banal tatters

of your old life

that I represent.

Yet I care.

.

In a mask,

anonymous,

I respond to the worries

and fears

you put out into

the world.

.

For this “person,”

you respond in all smiles,

for you do not know

it is me.

Possibly,

you think it is

a stranger

who cares about your plights

and is older

and more world weary/

Tis not really the case.

.

You delight

in that me.

After all,

the many me(s)

who are not all me

(masked ones)

seem to wear our hearts

on our sleeves.

When we speak

it is like a warm berth

and each time

is a gift

as the masked ones

have not passed the honeymoon stages

and never will.

.

We are surprises,

you love surprises

and I love

making sure you remain safe

and happy.

It is nice

to have a voice

that is listened to

and valued,

think both you

and I/

.

I do drop hints

with the way I speak

occasionally,

but so much is lost

with the written word.

However

it is all I have,

for

you do not

delight in me

when I approach you

with letters,

unmasked.

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