dug more i see
an envelope for me
i had no doubt
it was from you
as i see the curves
of your o's and u's
but just as i
was contemplating
on the letter it contains
there was none
is this one of the funny games
fate plays on us sometimes?
the metaphor of love
the foolish thought
that something's there
when in fact it's really gone?
that letter was lost
and so were we
remnants unfound
tears on the ground
yet here i am again
tucking it in
the gift bag i've always kept
YOU ARE READING
Unmuffled
Poesiaa collection of his thoughts, questions, and manifestations on love and all the in-betweens
