Written: On A Bus

You wouldn't have

been a letter.

You never had

that much to say.

Not a love letter,

I would have 

laughed at that.

Nor a billboard,

you never had to

sell yourself to 

me.

Never would you 

have been a song

with it's cotton

candy reach,

sticking to everything

leaving it's mark

on nothing.

You wouldn't 

have been a 

pamphlet with

it's over-saturated

photos or over

stretched truth.

You would have

been a memo.

Simple. Clean.

Full of abbreviations only

I would have

understood.

Punctuation

foregone because

you knew 

I read you as

you are.

Then a signature,

your name,

a promise, a

lovesong.

Yes, you,

would have

been a memo

sitting at my

desk.

Reviews

[Richielee]

great metaphoric magic here!