The Forsaken Mailbox
Once upon a time there was a forsaken mailbox
that sat with its hood open
waiting for the infamous letter number two
The hours, days, weeks and months went by
where the mailman would deliver junk mail
but no letter number two
The mailbox shed tears as its sides grew rust
the neighbors mailboxes would jingle in laughter
as there was no letter number two
Then one day the mailman came with a smile
he opened up the forsaken mailbox
and gently placed in letter number two
The cities letter parade was ecstatic
everyone knew of the delivery
the house owner would read letter number two
With that the mailbox was no longer forsaken
by yet it would sit there in earnest
waiting for letter number three
Copyright © Robert James Liguori | Year Posted 2025
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