Modern Correspondence
They instant message, swiftly, easily, taking away the tension,
those days we waited for the sound of the post are over.
Tumbling envelopes, letters drifting to the floor
are no more unless junk mail counts.
Now they have laptops, iPods, mobile phones,
click and touch and we meet within the void
in cyber space, out there,
a clinically cold compartment.
You can email to end a relationship, if you choose
without a tear, or fear of retaliation,
not even an intake of breath, or a sorry word,
just a strangers voice saying 'you've got mail'
poem by Ruth Walters
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