On the Letters we did not write

On the Letters we did not write
and the cards we did not post,Β 
the people we did not call,
the delayed birthday presents we did not send.

I mean,
I was about to mail that letter,
call that aunt and see how she is doing,
wish that friend from college on her birthday.

But,
Mum called just as I had sat down to write the letter,
“laundry,” she said from downstairs.
Boss decided on an urgent meeting,
just when you had located your aunt’s number
hidden in an age-old address book.
As for your friend’s birthday,
it was a Friday and we all know what goes down on Fridays.

I guess that’s normal.
We all forget.
The planners don’t help.
The scheduler on your phone doesn’t help.
The multiple Google Calendar reminders didn’t seem to do its job either.
We forget,
and we try to tell ourselves that it’s okay,

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