The sky was painted dark grey,

And it began to slightly drizzle,

I wanted to quickly walk away,

But I was caught in the middle.

 

Besides the empty sidewalk,

Along the snaking rainwater,

A letter that wanted to talk,

Swam away like it didn’t matter.

 

Drained before I could reach,

I stood there in sheer denial,

“Come back,” I beseeched,

But it had reached its burial.

 

Am I going to hear back

From the sender ever again?

Or am I waiting by the track

Where the arrival is uncertain?

 

Perhaps it was my doing,

Or maybe it had to happen,

Maybe it was too exacerbating

For my fragile heart to handle.

 

I’m going to stop; stall here,

To just be completely sure.

I wouldn’t want to waste a tear

Of not having a full closure.

 

If it’s meant to be conveyed,

It will successfully find a way,

And if its eternally delayed,

It was never meant to stay.

 

What did the day provide?

What did I possibly borrow?

I am still imperturbably alive,

And there’s still a tomorrow.