Exchanging letters
Running to the post office every morning
Returning late by afternoon
Picking up your favorite ice cream
I waited
By the couch we usually sat together
Your head on my lap
I waited
Until the day you replied
In the mailbox that we paint in red
You inscribed a universe
So tell me darling
How are you up there?
YOU ARE READING
Purple Hyacinth
Poetry[First of The "Hyacinth" Poetry Book Series] I once wished that we won't wither. But I'm sorry, I guess those flowers were us after all.
