Envelope, compass, egg

You wrote to me and I kept meaning to reply

but I never found the time. I wanted to be 

at the kitchen table with the nice writing paper

you gave me for my birthday years ago

but when I couldn't find that I could have used

pages rupped from a notebook, or twice folded 

plain A4 and written to tell you about the bathroom

and all the things that happened in Scotland,

I don't know where I would start, to write to you right now,

it's been too long and I used to spend so much time

writing to you to tell you what I've been doing

I've always loved knowing that whatever I do

I will be able to write to you and tell you in my next letter

but my writing is becoming more and more infrequent,

I will do it when I wake up tomorrow, I wil lwake up,

make breakfast, find a piece of lined paper, put a stamp

on an envelope, your name, addresss,

a doodle for the postman like always

and I'll sit there and write and I will write..