Five days I watched the letter box,
and not a thing came though.
Then seventeen came all at once,
though sadly, none from you.
Such fears as come with policeman’s knock,
not knowing, why or how,
and still I long to hear your news,
so missed in life, right now.
Bright envelopes of every size,
to open each, a thrill.
With eighty seven on display,
there’s one, I wait for still.
January 8th 2017