Do we know each other anymore? Do we really know each other?…
In Regards to the Email
I sent you an email.
Did you get it?
I sent it to all of you.
Did any of you read it?
Did you notice who it was from?
Did you recognize it was from me?
Or, did you just delete it,
because there’s too much
that you have to make fast decisions
about what’s worth reading or not,
what’s worth your time or not.
I know you couldn’t see me in the text,
you couldn’t recognize me by the font.
You couldn’t smell me on the screen,
hear the worry in my voice, nor touch my face.
Yes, I could have texted,
Instagram’d, or tumblr’d,
but here’s the kicker:
Do you wonder why I sent it?
Or, did you just assume I had forwarded it
mindlessly on to you, and then
you mindlessly deleted it or mindlessly forwarded it, yourself,
to everyone in your address book.
Did you even stop to wonder if I really wrote it?
Did you wonder why I might have sent it?
Did you wonder if I had something important to say to you?
Are we even talking now?