I miss your letters,
Once sent with regularity
On tiny cards bright green, orange, pink, blue

Every few days, I'd check the mail with a grin
And find your iconic cards,
Sometimes they'd even come two at a time

You'll never know what your letters meant,
Or how they'd make my day
As I ripped each open to devour

I kept every one of the blessed things,
They littered my desk, my bedside
Like tiny pockets of love

And then in one fell swoop,
They were ceremoniously discarded,
Along with every other memento
That scalded my skin, my mind,
And my bloodstained heart

I'd check the mailbox for months after,
Praying I'd find a tiny colored envelope,
Praying for medicine for my ailing spirit,
But none ever came.

I've never sent anyone else a letter since,
Your letters will remain but another hallmark
Of your unbelievable kindness and love,
The kind I'm sure I never deserved