Songs of Past Sunday Afternoons
Everytime I hear this song,
I’m reminded of you and I.
We have not seen each other
in ten summers and eleven days.
In these thousand miles of distance,
do we still see the same sun
and the same skies?
Today, on a sunny afternoon,
I wrote my hundredth letter to you.
I ask for your wellbeing
and pray for your health.
For the next three months
I will await your reply.
I have not heard your song,
in so so long.
It’s forgotten in an old playlist,
hidden underneath piles of cookies and links.
I still have the old charm
you gave me for my birthday
for fifteen.
Time strains bonds
but distance pulls it apart.
But no matter how far,
we are connected by letters
and memories,
and songs
of past Sunday afternoons.