When the ink no longer flows
When the strokes no longer dance
When writing no longer becomes expression
When the green mailbox is moved away from the familiar neighborhood
When delivery becomes an unfamiliar behavior
When the postman riding an electric bike disappears at the zebra crossing
When the letterhead is emptied from the shelves of the stationery store
When an envelope seals the memories of an era
When hope becomes a one-way journey that never returns
Anxiously waiting to evacuate from the bottom of my heart
Surprises and doubts of disassembly are sealed by gel
When tired news can be captured at any time
In the paperless era it is difficult to retain evidence of love
Love becomes ritualistic from then on
When romance turns into fast food
Expressions are no longer euphemistic
When not calling you dear on a piece of paper
No circuitous exploration
How can it reach your heart
