Each day I waited for your letter.
I don't know if I was waiting for you to write me back,
or if I was waiting for the same letter that I sent you to be returned.
I don't know if I was writing you because I missed you,
or if I just needed some reassurance that you were still there.
there's a part of me that says I don't care whether you got my letter, and just didn't care enough to write me back;
or if your just not here anymore to get it.
then again there's another part of me that cares enough to still go out to that mailbox every day,
and apparently I still care enough to feel a little disappointed;
when I don't get a letter from you.
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Author:
lainacarson98 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I found out the man I called father is alive. he's not my bio dad but I remember when he was there when my father wasn't, even when him and my mother weren't together. she gave me a address that's it, and I sent the letter in. that was 5 years ago......no response
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Comments3
I really feel this poem. Some things smoulder in you forever, i know this.
From his viewpoint it may be painful to contact you or he may be in a relationship where he wont for any number of reasons contact you.
I think he should though, to let you have some sort of closure.
Heartfelt.
written very well 🙂
thank you both for your feedback. it is greatly appreciated.
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