Grasping ivy strangles the last breaths of the tin mailbox. Replaced with hollow dings and fake formed words of “You’ve Got Mail!” Missing squeals of children as Birthday cards fall to the ground with bright colored envelopes and fresh licked stamps. Lost letters of love that smell of perfume and are sealed with a kiss won’t find their way to a lovers hand. Invites, papers, and glossy magazines replaced with the glare of a screen that’s swiped. Change continues. Moving us forward, and throwing us back.