Old School

There you are
Old school like I knew
And today in the mailbox
Once again
Old school in an envelope
A few scrawled letters
My name
My address
And I could only smile
And feel the love.

John Lennon was the postage stamp
He was our friend we never met
We cried the day he died
We share these roots
Old and strong
Grown deep now in different soils
But connected by rhizomal memories
That will always be
Faithful, proud and loyal.

And now yellow pages from your pad
With ink and care
Sent my way
Pages covered with your DNA
Letting me know the state of your story
The tales of your time
Your hand extended to mine.