I wrote a note in hieroglyphs
in a ponderous cube of stone
and put it on the side table
beside your mobile phone.
I wrote a note in numbers, next
I thought you would have the key
when you opened up a letter sent
with it inside to you from me.
I wrote some notes in languages
I hoped that you could read.
I wanted just to guarantee
you’d get my thoughts with speed.
But all those methods petered out
and now I’m almost through.
Perhaps it’s time I simply said
My darling, I love you.
Written for Writer’s Digest Poetic Asides November Poem-a-Day Challenge, prompt, Secret Message.