The Letter
I took pen to paper
Wrote down what I had to say
My hopes, my fears, my thoughts and dreams
My heart and soul neatly punctuated and grammatically correct
I thought you might be interested so I sent it your way
No return address, no second guess
The words hold more meaning after they’ve traveled the miles
From one end of the country to the other
Not the fibers and wires of the telephone line
With the pauses and sighs that don’t express but confuse
Each period, a definitive statement
A new paragraph, a new sentiment
But now I can’t remember how I signed
With Love
Much Love
All My Love?
Those one or two words tacked on the front make the biggest difference
You should receive it pretty soon
You don’t know when it’s coming but there it will be
Unless a problem has transpired
Through rain and sleet and snow
The letter lost its way or even worse
The envelope tore and gaped
And all the points I tried to make came tumbling out
Faded and anonymous somewhere in the middle of us
If I could have I would have sealed myself inside that envelope
I did my best, even still
You won’t see me smile or catch my tone when you unfold the paper
The words aren’t an embrace or even a stare
No questions will be answered
No gratification received
But keep in touch
And paint me a picture of what I’m missing
Across the miles, I’ll do my best to help you remember me
