i wrote you a letter
you never said
whether you got it or not
you never wrote back

it wasn't an important letter
it didn't divulge the secrets
of the known universe
it wasn't philosphic

it was just a little
slice of me sent to you
it held no secrets
only sentiments

but you never answered
never acknowleged its
arrival, never returned
any of yourself to me

it's silly of me, i know
to write you all these letters
to pour myself out
and mail it to you

it's sillier still to be
surprised when each day
passes and there's nothing
for me in the mail