Postage

Shucks man, this is here and this is now

And I don't want to take up too much of your time

But how do I compact the feeling in a way that you can know it now?

It's letters when I'm sending out my loving

And when I'm crying on your shoulder

And when I labor for my bread

Man I apologize that I am just now writing back!

I couldn't stamp down any sense of time or place or self or what was left

And if I'm being honest

I'm so abstracted by this pain and loss I've seen

But you are a haven, oh of a different breed