heavy hands filled with thought
slam keyboards filled with letters
feelings take on a tangible form
hold them to the light
inspect their authenticity,
searching for the crease
the weighted smudge of soul has left
the paper damp in your hands.
it buckles at your admiration,
threatening to tear,
an ironic action for the flimsiness of feelings
the firmly anchored bits tossed out by the pageful
a sentimental uncorking of the personal reservoir of bubbly.