Mr Weatherman never made it on time
to deliver the state of my day
But it rained that day
The bakery truck never came
I'm still stuck on yesterday's crusts
The radio died at the traffic announcement
Too late to hear what I was meant to hear
My throat to be congested with pain
The doctor refused to sign me a sick letter
No excuse to tell my boss
Forced to swipe into the gate
Across the road you stood
Fate had her hands sitting on after O'clock
Tick Tock! Could no more kill the suspense
Your head buried in the sand
Your words sat neatly on that note
Tears left the ink of your words in splatter
How carefully you avoided the "WE’s"
Only in caps were your alphabets clothed
Set to penetrate through my mind
Maybe I wouldn't ask you why
Knowing you owed me "why"
So I planned to ask you why
In a font smaller than the rest
stood the crux of your note
No italics could lessen the volume hidden behind
your words
though you somehow tried
still nothing could shelter the storms wrapped in
your tone
so you shouldn't have tried
No dots could hide the freedom in your words
So you should have just kept it plain
No art could put out of sight the orphan you have
made of my heart
Not that I'm ungrateful
but gratitude won't bring you home
Truth was never meant to leave our hearts merry
Shyly you typed the conclusion to our story
“I AM SORRY"
was all you could have said
Your eyes already have told
of the mystery behind your recent sins
Your silence already confirmed
the distance that kept your heart
away from my longing arms
Across the road you stood
delivering the end of our times
What a sad Postman you always will be