It's been a while since I've gone out to the mailbox
and had anything other than bills waiting for me. . .
Which is something I find so funny, because
I write you letters every day and send out
the best ones every week. I send cards for every holiday
and I can remember your birthday even without
Facebook. I still paint for you once a month
and doodle on all the envelopes before picking out
the perfect mood encapsulating stamp.
I envy the life your living, but I don't envy
any of your new friends. I'm happy for you
and the people in your heart, but I am one of
the ones you've had longest - now I've fallen to
the wayside. I miss you, but I think I'll stop writing
solely to get that message to you any more clearly.
It's been about two years since I've had any letters
come in the mail from you, and it's been even longer
since a phone call - so I guess I'll start writing love letters
to the bill companies and sending birthday cards out
to all the places we'll never visit together.
At least then my heart won't have to ache anymore
when I wake up and go out to check the mail.
Maddie, a heartfelt write about love not returned. You have taken such care to show how much this person still means to you and they give nothing back. I have been there, it sucks. Reminds me of a quote I read, "He who cares the least has the all the power"