There’s mail. You’ve got mail.
An unseen hand pens and sends; off it goes, an imaginary paper airplane, sailing invisible traffic.
Where did they all go? The heartfelt thoughts; the forget-me-nots?
Submerged in an underwater ocean of memory; written on the ghost of a disk that couldn’t possibly fit you.
And what if you were to arise, would they all come back?
Surfacing again in our consciousness like so much froth; a behemoth’s head cutting the ocean line.