Dear Sqaure Inch

Or should I salutate
Dear size-of-a-stamp-land?
Either way, I miss you.
I miss you on a leaf
I miss you on the tongue of my beloved
I miss you in the air.
I would ask you where you have been
but I know you have been everywhere
and kept to yourself.
You don't write.
You don't call.
You don't expect this letter.
But you don't feel small or square
or inch from one place to another.
Some stamps are even smaller than you.
And some square inches
are larger than foreign countries
I have never seen, but never
larger than life.
I'm curious over you.
Overwhelmed.
Do you realize how long my days are?
Do you wonder why I have gone blind?
Looking at you, not at your picture
but at you a long time
hoping
you will finally
say something.