mail

there's a letter
waiting on my desk
with your name on it

"take me with you!"
i tell it.

mournfully gazing
at the letter
that can't quite
hold everything i'd like to send

i keep a stack of letters
that you wrote my name on
sometimes
i pull them out
just to look at
my name
in your handwriting

just maybe
it'll be enough
to make your heart jump
to see my familiar scrawl