Common Shiner
Write Back Soon
How hopeful is the month of MayIf only for its nameWhich implies the possibleDenies the impossibleAll while leaning toward plausibleWith every dayExcept this one is one year removedFrom that first move forwardKnocking at a new doorWords were few, and we were twoBrieflyIn what probably should've been "Mayn't"But I would waitI said I would waitSo I will waitHow awful was that month of June thenYou said you'd write soon andI waited by the mailboxFor more small talksOf lakes and floating docksAnd things as kidsWe shared separately under the same moonSongtexteBut I wrote you a million wordsAnd folded them in thirdsStuffed in envelopes of longingBut I guess I was just wrong inThinking you'd write backAnytime or soonBut I would waitLike I said I would waitJuly and August waitSeptember, October waitBut your letters never cameWell how hopeless is that month ofNovember
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