One day, when everything is normal
Or brisk but pleasant
Or idyllically white
Or boisterous
You will receive a letter from me
It will say nothing, reveal nothing
Except "I miss you"
Or maybe "sorry"
Potentially "goodbye, nice meeting you"
Perhaps "remember me while in Andromeda"
Whatever moves You most, five months later
After You've already tossed it in disregard,
Depending on who You are
And why You left me
