The Letter
Out Of Order
that letter sat quietly in my mailbox
with its news for nearly a week
when my eyes finally saw what it was
my knees trembled and my heart felt weak
I don't know how I could have missed it
an unmarked ramp on a lonely highway
without the courtisity of explanation
everything I'd known shifted sideways
any plans I thought that I was making
fell, like a shooting star, off the radar
my whole body began violently shaking
as I walked out and got in my car
I don't remember crossing the railroad tracks
but there was a garage sale sign, maybe two
somehow I knew there was no going back
no hope I could hope to undo
sitting there through a couple of green lights
I couldn't hear the cars honking at me
searching my thoughts for some kind of insight
I relined the back down on my seat
suddenly a stranger tapped my window
snapping me out of that haze
I'm sure that I looked like a psycho
with that lost look left there on my face
he didn't ask me any questions
yet somehow I still felt a connection
he tried giving some helpful suggestions
the letter offered what I could not mention
I thought I was standing in the kitchen
when I noticed the red flag on the box
I find myself in this awkward position
driving my car without socks
I remember holding that letter
but after that, it was like time simply stopped
now I am wrapped up in some stranger's sweater
being transported somewhere by the cops
seems everyone's seen those cursive secrets
that the mailman left for me to find
I guess I haven't quiet come to terms yet
why everyone around me is crying
I grabbed my phone and dialed your number
and then the truth hits like a runaway train
you were the subject in that letter
and like a shot of caffeine to my brain
this wave of knowing sweeps me over
and knocks the air out of my lungs
I gather what's left of my composure
stare in my lap, silently tapping my thumbs
I close my eyes and I'm gently transported
back to the kitchen again, early this morning
wishing that something this damn important
came with an appropriate warning
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