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people love to come into my life,
and dangle themselves in front of me
so close,
that I can feel their warmth
and hear their breath
so I can smell their scent
and see their beauty
and just as I am about to reach out
to embrace their presence,
they yank themselves up and out of my life
leaving me confused and hopeless,
until the next one finds me
I go to a job where I am alone all day.
Then, I go home to where I am alone all night.

I can't tell if I enjoy being alone,
or if I am so used to it,
And I have no option but to enjoy it.
Everyday,
I check the mail,
hoping to see a letter from you.

Everyday,
I see that empty box;
Although, I am aware,
it would be too good to be true.
I have worked in a post office for four years, and have taught the special people in my life how beautiful writing letters are. I send them, but never seem to receive any in return.
One day you'll realize

you will never find
such strong love
like mine
Copyright © Virginia Steindl
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