letters

[Daphne (Fred)]

at first you pretend
not to care

then you wait
anxiously
at first

but then
as the days
stack up

and we get
closer
and closer
to that red circle
on the calendar

it be comes a frantic
obsessive
life-consuming
wait

until finally…

the letter

you don’t know
what’s worse

opening it
and feeling
that rush of
disappointment
of sorrow
of regret
soon to be replaced
by the dull agony
of heartbreak

or not opening it
and waiting
longer and
longer
and longer
until

oh what the hell I’ll just open it

and the chance
that maybe
just maybe
it’ll be good