We seem to be losing the beauty of words
and the mystery of language.
I cannot be the only one who feels the loss.
I am mourning the death of grammar
since it has been stabbed in the heart
by technology.

Gone is the handwritten love letter
filled with intense longing
caused by a prolonged absence.
Someting to be savored and reread
then kept like a secret treasure.
We no longer count the days
until we speak to our lover again.
Anticipation is quickly disappearing,
a resistant passenger,
on the speedy train
of instant gratification.

I cannot help but wonder
what price is to be paid
for this evolution of technology.

We will all one day soon
be standing in museums
looking at letters
as they hang on the wall,
preserved behind glass,
and saying to each other
"Can you believe the labor involved in writing that letter.
"I think they call that cursive."