Letter in hand.
Straight to the counter,
there is no queue.
Clerk 14 greets, "How are you?"
Well it's between holidays
and i'm feeling sad.
Yesterday was Mardi Gras.
If only he'd stayed.
Now what of the plans we made?
Posting a letter i couldn't
deliver myself.
From the post office i
send you my love.
Into the envelope, fits like a glove.
It's between holidays
and i'm feeling sad.
Tomorrow is Valentine's
Now i've heartache,
for what of plans we'd make?
Eighty cents to send my love.
"Here's your receipt."
Receipt for an eighty-cent stamp;
A receipt for my love, but really it's
Worth so much more than i can think of.
So i'm in-between days
and i'm feeling bad.
O today uncertainty,
letter sent, turn and go.
Off to take my seat in limbo.
Ryan J. Nelson ©2002
Recently unearthed from an old journal i found. Written about my first true love.
-ry
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