The Mouth of the Mailbox

August 13, 2011
By kjohnson SILVER, Knoxville, Tennessee
kjohnson SILVER, Knoxville, Tennessee
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Favorite Quote:
We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, but when we meet someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness, but call is love.

The mouth of the mailbox hangs open
Silently welcoming your letters
I wait for the rough sound
Of your stationary sliding along the tin
Days pass
All of the letters from you
Are sanctioned to me
Yet barely tangible
I savor every word written on the page
Because I know
The ink that formed each letter
Came from the pen
That you held in your hand
But I know this last letter I received
Is the last I ever will
The paper crackles with age
Stained with the oils of my fingers
From the many nights I slept
With my last shred of evidence
You really existed.

The author's comments:
Its about a person who lost the one they loved due to death, and the only thing they have left is the letter that told them what happened to their loved one.

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