Sent to her
A simple letter
(Including my heart)
Postmarked to the end
Or the beginning
Of Fireflies St.
Because I forgot
Where she lives.
Circumlocution.
Of the truth.
Exaggerated realities,
But only
For hopeless tragedies.
"I'll just wing it"'
I said
And put
the blank letter
In
My
Worn
Mailbox.
