Dear Mr. Mailman,
Every day I watch from my window, praying you will stop.
Praying a letter or card in my mailbox you will drop.
Just a note to say hello from a spectre of my past;
A postcard from Maui asking me to come at last.
Daily my heart skips a beat as I see you come down the road,
Each day dreading and hoping for you to stop at my abode.
Yet, like my soul, my mailbox remains empty
As correspondence goes to everyone except me.
Still I hope he’ll find it in his heart to drop me a line -
Just a word to let me know he’s fine.
So tomorrow I shall watch once more,
Praying for y0u to approach my door.
Sincerely,
Adrift in Seattle
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald is a 911 dispatcher of 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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"Each day dreading and hoping for you to stop at my abode." It's like watching your mother in law back over a cliff in your brand new car! Another fine piece of work!