routes

received an unexpected postcard from Mike to say:

I’ve lost the path to, not the desire for, your thoughts.

and maybe I’ve lost my way as well
only needing words from a sweet distant boy to wake me up
take me by the shoulders and shake
perhaps it was the starkness. the realness of the words
handwritten on a piece of paper and mailed
personally to me
it’s important to have something to touch
to hold tightly between the palms of hands
reminding us that we are alive and capable of human emotion
and that someone else gives a fuck
about anything at all