Please do not think
you are imaginary.
You are not just a quick invention
I have created in my head
so that I can write something.
Maybe you are.
I am not sure.
I am not sure about anything.

I flip through the yellow pages
to find the sending address,
but yours is not there.
You do not live in Glasgow.
You live somewhere far.
Very far.
I even wonder whether we live in the
same universe
same time period.
I will make one up.

Shall I tell you how I am?
I am fine.
I hope you are, too.
(a long silence)

I am not writing down
a return address.
I do not want to know
if you do not receive
this accidental letter from
this accidental sender.
Life seems accidental.

I do not quite know
how to round up.
Do you realise how
awkward it is for me
to be writing to you?
No, that is not it.
I am just embarrassed
because I am running out of words.
Or at least I cannot find
the exact words I am looking for.
It is like walking around the supermarket
with an empty basket
for hours.

Adieu.
I hope you are well.


(Please insert a name)