It's worth it for that little jolt.

That little jolt you feel
every time you read it.
Even though you won't say it to me,
it's still worth reading it
in old letters and e-mails
long past a date
when they should have been burned
or deleted.

It's still worth the little jolt
of happiness that I feel
every time I see it.

But I have to ask myself:
Is it worth that huge sinking feeling
I get every time I don't?