The Postbox

I await
A reply to
the several letters
I sent your way

Packed with love.
Stringed with care.


Churning age-old hopes
inside my belly.

For a word
from you, My lady.

Sometimes I wish,
if I could only be

That Red Postbox
down the street,

I would have known,
how are those letters
whose reply
the miles and
the seas.

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