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.