Once there was proof,
dusty letters and precious art,
your love in your own hand,
deft and clever and
never there to stay. Once
the words flowed free,
stickers and cartoons and
the poetry and promise
infused into the art of your
passing fancy, paper
hearts and emoji strewn inboxes
the crush you held between
tooth and tongue
dispatched with familiar ease,
a love you rose and bedded
down with another oversight,
something dead and brittle
crunching underfoot.