postage stamps

he'll get my letters, someday.

i never expect the unexpected
because when it's expected it's
no longer unexpected. that's why,
when i saw you through my
telescope eyes, i paused on the
stairs and couldn't help but
stare.

maybe that's why it hasn't sunk
in. i will see you again and it may
be very soon, and maybe you'll
break your silence and see me, too.

trapped on a boat with nowhere
to go, but i can see the shoreline
of your shoulders in the distance and
the wind's blowing in just the right
direction.

i used to sit in my driveway and
throw helicopter seeds in the air,
watching them twirl
tumble
spiral
plummet
to the earth and i used to pretend
that they were me but after meeting
you i reversed gravity.

and every time i look out the window
i see dandy lion seeds floating as high
as the second story of my house and
i think they're looking for you so they
can tell you what i've been wishing
for all this time.

we're like crows, we always look
for something shinier than the last
gem we found, but i don't think i
could find anything more brilliant
than you. i know because i've never
written this much until i first talked
to you.

i used to always look forward to
summer and the freedom it brings
but this year i'm not free and i have
a job and i'll be wrapping gift baskets
and you'll be at home and maybe i'll
wrap my heart up and send it to you
and just hope it's the right address.

i'll write you more letters and ask
how you are but i'll never mail them
although you may read them someday,
and not know it's about you, and not
know it's from me. because the
return address will be on the wrong
side covered by postage stamps and
i'll just sign my letters as

love,

Author's Note

uhhh i dont know what do you think about it?