I could correspond cute with that woman who once may have loved me,
But I'm not too sure she'd respond. Time's put me here. She is there.
She is working. I drift, unmoored from the workaday world, as we both
Were on those days I've been missing. Maybe my message would leave
Her nostalgic. Maybe she'd read it and move it to trash. The past, after
All, doesn't always keep living. It lives on in me, but my cute Correspondence might prove that it doesn't in her.