The Letter That Wasn'T There

It is difficult - Waiting for a letter from you, Going to the mailbox, Each day, Like a toddler to the shining tree On Christmas morning. The letters, cards, and colored flyers Are bright wrappings, Teasing me with their layers To find the hidden treasure (Which I imagine Lies already in my grasp, Just waiting to be found) - A glimpse into your soul. I'm embarrassed at my disappointment - Our love seems so new to mean so much, And, for all my years, friendships, The vitality of my mind, past success, I suddenly feel foolish - As if I had attempted to take a treat From a jar I emptied earlier. Do I mistake the wonder Of your unfolding for love? Is it the child in me, Forced too soon into adult roles, That reaches out to nurture you? And, more than half a world apart, Can love find a common ground? I shrug off my doubts like autumn leaves And wait for the spring of a new day, My mind already anticipating the postman's steps.