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Mail Call
11/6/2021

Every day they post a list.

Every day I check to see if I’ve been missed.

Guys getting letters from their girls saying how they miss their hunks.

As I sit here feeling so alone on my bunk. Christmas and Birthday cards arriving from loved ones.

As I try to keep my feelings steadily numb. Listening to the pages turned, laughter's of hilarity.

Can't help but to feel spurned permanently. At this point I'd settle for a debt collectors notice.

Because at least then I'd feel semi alive and partially noticed. Every day they post a list.

Every day I check to see if I've been missed.

 

 

You came out of nowhere, like a puff of fresh air.

Didn't even realize you knew I was here. Your kindness shared, you showed you cared.

You opened up, revealing yourself. Showing me I could be myself if I dared.

You're like a ray of sunlight pushing through the heavy clouds. Reminding me to live is still allowed.

Society has written me off. Family and friends have cast me away. But you've told me it's all going to be okay.

You've offered me a judgement free place, somewhere to land that's soft as sand.

Start to think it's too good to be true. Wondering what I did to deserve you.

You came out of nowhere, like a breath of fresh air. Didn’t even realize you knew I was here.

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