Have You Read It?

Have you seen the postman?
I bet your wife won’t feel jealous
Just a postman, not a girl.

So, have you seen the postman?
Will you read the letters I sent?

In case she has seen my name—
On the address, tell her:
I’m no one special but a friend.

No iMessage sent back then.
Now I write you letters
For one reason: you blocked my number.
Don’t even remember when.

Have you seen the postman?
Did you smell my odor
On all the pages of the letter?

Will I feel jealous
With these pages of paper?
May you also leave a kiss
On the pages
Rough and thin, like my skin?

Will you read it and know what I mean?
Will you burn it all on fire?
When you’ve done reading, I am no one
But an acquaintance, you remember?

Or will you collect it a pack of paper,
A walk to remember till we get Alzheimer’s?
Like Noah and Allie,
Will these packs of paper
Soon get us back together?

Shall we consider copying The Notebook?
Happy at first—not the end.
Nick Cassavetes will be sad.
Eventually, we can’t even be friends.

Read all my letters, my friend—you can.
Clear address: one doorstep
To Indika, where we have mutual friends.
Inked the sender’s name—
The most special, you meant.

Now, come on, tell me when
You haven’t read my letters?
Are you too young to get Alzheimer’s?

Letters were sent back to the mailbox
Of a dreamer—
For the dreams never meant reality.

(Once published on All Poetry)