Your words,
Although I cannot hear them,
I can be comforted by the emotion behind them.
Letters,
I write, you receive.
You write, I run in anticipation to the mailman.
A big smile seems to have taken over my petit face.
My deep brown orbs,
Search for a secret message hidden within your writing.
The next day,
I run to the mailman once again,
And the day after that, and the day after that day.
But still no reply to the letter I sent back across the sea.
Days,
Weeks,
Months,
Years.
I am not as young as I was before.
I can no longer run to the mailman, nor do I want to.
I have been waiting a lifetime,
For your words.
Your words,
I miss them,
Write me a letter.
~ Khayaah Holmes
Oct. 10th, 2020.
