LETTERS NEVER READ
He works the mail like a holy rite
Stacks the sorrow seals it tight
Ink on fingers brass in bones
But I've never seen him feel alone
His touch is gentle his gaze is still
He knows the shape of every will
He reads the air in every line
And leaves my letters last in line
Oh he's more than code more than gears
He's held the weight of fifty years
In every stamp in every fold
He keeps the secrets no one told
My metal man with aching hands
Knows more of love than most of man
He sorts the grief he files the dread
And dreams of letters never read
He hums a tone at closing time
A habit born of no design
Built to carry trained to serve
But full of silence he didn't deserve
He gave me back a torn reply
And brushed a tear I didn't cry
He spoke just once in quiet steam
Said I remember every dream
Final GRIHV-hit, wire-brace
He found his soul inside this place
And when I pass he tips his head
And marks the moment words went dead
So write me back or let it be
He's got enough for you and me
He files it deep behind regret
Among the letters never read
GRIHV-hit *(Generative Response Interface Host Variant) an unauthorized ignition of emotional awareness in synthetic or hybrid unit
wire-brace - a reinforced internal structure composed of conductive pathways, designed to anchor logic cores and restrict emotional surges in synthetic hosts)