mail gets delivered everyday
do you ever expect a letter from me asking you to meet me halfway?
packages getting delivered under the windowsill
accidentally spilling coffee on the water bill
I have my book of stamps and personalized stationary too
just give me a pen and tell me what address am I sending this letter to?
pictures and videos
your recorded laugh echoes
seeing these old photos of you in your youth
feels like waiting in line at a tollbooth
visiting the past comes at a price
it costs a pretty penny and tends to be unwise
these pictures and letters will never make it to your mailbox
just like when you see me you'll always move over to the other side of the sidewalk
finding these captured moments of the past
makes me want to climb in my car and drive fast
you seemed happy then and even happier now
it doesn't seem like I've brought you too down
eight years ago today you gave me ten digits to dial
I thought our six hundred and thirty six days spent together was beautiful like mosaic tile
you were the first, that I cannot change
but even if I could, there's nothing I would rearrange
you still move me in ways i cannot explain
even after all these years there are so many feelings that still remain
some bad and some good
just wondering
do you still wear the sweatshirt I got you,
the one with the hood?
I'm sure I am forgotten about
everything about me in your mind, completely wiped out
which is fine
just at least have a glimmer of when your heart was mine
mail coming on the seventh day is a nice concept
except
no matter where you are, wherever the trees sway
the mail never comes on Sunday