Letters from Lancaster

When I was sixteen my boyfriend went away to university in Lancaster.  This was the 70s, telephones were prohibitively expensive,  so we kept in touch mainly through letters. 


How could I resist
Your letters full of teenage lust and longing
Snippets of love poems sprinkled through
Each densely packed envelope?
I was hooked,
Each walk home from school edged with the hope
The postman would deliver a new instalment.
Our letters kept us close
Poetry standing in for kisses,
Promises of undying love
Made easy by the distance between us. 
How could I say no,
When you asked me to marry you
At the age of seventeen? 

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