it’s like a kid who’s expecting a birthday card in the mail
and everyday he runs out to the mailbox –
a huge smile on his face and heart pounding with excitement –
...only to find it empty...
day,
after
day,
after
day…
…until he starts to wonder if it was even ever sent....if maybe
it’s lying forgotten somewhere under a stack of papers on a hard, wooden desk...
...or if.......
.......if just maybe........
...he was forgotten all together...
sometimes hope gives up on you.
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this one is deeper...or at least leaving a lot more to interpretation. Intriguing..sad..and I always like it when authors don't give the definate answer more of a "maybe it was this....or..maybe he was forgotten up altogether." good. wow. I might actually have to check allpoetry more than onc a year. :-p
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