i'll send you one of mine
she says,
maybe two or three,
i'll put them in the mail.
look for them
when they arrive,
I've worked so hard
to get them right,
be kind
in your response,
I trust your gentle hand,
your
careful eye.
but they don't come.
and you wonder
was it weather, or work,
a new love,
an old love
blocking her words,
you wonder
why.
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