“Simplicity”

Poem by V Tolmasoff (12).

the simplicity in familiarity

is so boringly honorable:

the concept so rock hard solid 

yet so un-tolerable. 

it makes perfect melancholic sense 

to the writers with not even a cent; 

the familiarity of their one pen 

bringing the comfort 

of the beginning of an end. 

the love for graphite to shredded tree 

is so uncommon that it feels like a paid fee;

sitting in an envelope waiting to be torn 

the letter sits and waits until it is read and sworn

that a pinky promise needed to be made 

in order to keep the balance of the trade. 

the written note tucked back in, 

to be sent back to familiarity within 

two days of travel and sorrow 

holding the feeling of being borrowed.