There’s a letter I hope you’ll write me,
A letter that will never come.
A secret just for me.
I love your wit,
The way you always make me laugh
I love your empathy,
The way you weep, feeling their pain
I love your passion,
The way you care so deeply and wholly
Green doe eyes, loose silken curls
Long and Curved and Smooth
My very own fallen angel
Crane Flower,
You write.
Dove,
You envision.
I want to share
Your bed, Your armoire, Your life
I want to share
Everything, if it’s with you
I love you!
I love you?
I love you.
Those words you choose,
Friendly, Loving, Oblique
You’re an enigma.
Thrice I almost spoke
But I keep my feelings to myself
I keep you in my head
Idyllic, Ethereal, Fabrication
Your bracelet, a talisman
A painful reminder.
My dreams of illicit affairs
Yearning for an epiphany
If god is benevolent
Why is my mailbox empty?
My chest feels hollow
As hollow as my mailbox
As hollow as your ‘I love you’s
The things you say with reckless abandon
There’s no denouement for me.
Yet I still check the mail every day,
Rifling through spam mail,
And supermarket sales,
Hoping to see a small green envelope,
With a California return address.