The Letter II

I wrote your letter.

After you told me your address to me over the group call.

I wasn't asking for yours. I was asking for someone else's. I told you I didn't have any more of my favorite post cards. I have six of them left. The address you gave me wasn't your own. It was your mom's. You don't get mail at your place. I asked why. You couldn't give me a straight answer. I didn't write a return address. It either gets there or it doesn't. I told you about my day and asked you to have fun with yours.

Sincerely,