December 25, 2011 § 6 Comments
This is not a newsletter.
This is not a call for submissions.
This is not an advertisement for planning a trip.
This is not an ancient joke.
Or an exhortation to live each day as if it’s your last.
I don’t want you to pass this on to ten other people because they’re special.
Or because if you dont do it, you’d be cursed.
This is not an invitation to buy real estate.
This is a letter. Dear Joe.
The computer did not fill in your name. I did.
It is adressed specifically to you, and no one is bcc’ed.
It’s not fan mail, either.
Though i did like that piece of poetry you wrote last week.
I’m not after your advice or help or money.
There is absolutely no reason for this message.
I’m sorry if it’s boring, but there is no attachment. Not even a photo of my cat.
No links i want you to click on.
Though i read a book you might enjoy reading.
And i wrote another piece of random poetry titled ‘untitled’.
And there’s this new cafe just down the road that you’d love.
Its just that i’m thinking of you.
I want to know how you are, how your family are, if they’re okay.
What you’ve been doing lately that isn’t on Facebook.
And what did you do on Christmas? Did you go out, get drunk? Or cuddled somoene, in bed?
It sounds needy, yeah. I know you’re busy.
And i dont like to say this.
But if i dont take the risk and make it explicit, you might never know.
I miss you.
So would you take a moment to send a few lines and just say Hi?!