Missed Connections

I sit 

Waiting 

Wondering 

Distracting myself

I continue to sit here hour after hour

Hours stretch into days 

And you fade into a memory 

I check the mailbox

Hoping for any sign of life 

I’m here 

Stacks of letters in hand 

Signed and dated from all no show days you promised 

The post office made a plaque for me 

Named for the most missed connections 

You’re mailbox 

Overflowing with all the words I’ve written 

That’ll never be read