She is waiting
She paces the floor
til past mail time
Nothing in the box
again
What made her think
this would be different?
This time he would write
This time he would share
This time he would want her
to know
Know he is thinking of her
Missing her
He seemed so adamant
But no
Here she goes,
dropping, dropping
Tailspinning
into grief
Again
Ellecee
Inspiration from
22. Write about what you
*don’t* know (or can’t see)
Write a poem about something
from the lens of its absence.
