The other day in the mail
I received a letter
And when I receive a letter
I usually throw it on the table
And pretend it wasn't even gotten
Because a letter means someone wants you respond
But when I went outside
To collect this letter
It wasn't addressed to me
It was addressed to the me I had lost.
The me who loved to sing
The me who loved life
Not to me now
Who hated coming home
And spat at the thought of her life now.
Now I opened the letter right there and then
Outside my house, in my nightgown.
Who cared what the neighbors thought
And who cared who stared.
My eyes widened as I read.
My memories where restored
And I felt good again.
Because, you see, the letter was from my friend.
I know this letter was from a friend because
There where countless spelling mistakes
Even for a 34 year old woman.
There where numerous abbreviated words
Such as thou and coz
And there was a special signature.
Not one drawn so quickly
The person didn't care If you wanted to know who it was from or not.
And all the letter I's where dotted with a heart
And the letter T's weren't crossed even with a straight line.
But I couldn't take my eyes of the letter.
Not for any body no for any thing.
I rushed inside, my eyes wild.
My insides burning.
My children whined for milk
And my husband wanted a kiss
But I ignored them.
Hearing from my friend was the best thing that had happened to me
Not because it had come
Not because I haven't hear from her in years
Because someone cared.
Someone cared enough to stop and take time for me.
And that made my life feel more important.
I ran up into my room and wrote back immediately
I knew the cost for a stamp would send my husband insane
We where still trying hard to earn money for food.
But I ignored it.
A week later I received another letter
And another and another for weeks to come.
And as a read, I pulled out a necklace.
A necklace I had hid forever.
I pressed my fingers on the wording
And smiled
'Best friends Forever'
I received a letter
And when I receive a letter
I usually throw it on the table
And pretend it wasn't even gotten
Because a letter means someone wants you respond
But when I went outside
To collect this letter
It wasn't addressed to me
It was addressed to the me I had lost.
The me who loved to sing
The me who loved life
Not to me now
Who hated coming home
And spat at the thought of her life now.
Now I opened the letter right there and then
Outside my house, in my nightgown.
Who cared what the neighbors thought
And who cared who stared.
My eyes widened as I read.
My memories where restored
And I felt good again.
Because, you see, the letter was from my friend.
I know this letter was from a friend because
There where countless spelling mistakes
Even for a 34 year old woman.
There where numerous abbreviated words
Such as thou and coz
And there was a special signature.
Not one drawn so quickly
The person didn't care If you wanted to know who it was from or not.
And all the letter I's where dotted with a heart
And the letter T's weren't crossed even with a straight line.
But I couldn't take my eyes of the letter.
Not for any body no for any thing.
I rushed inside, my eyes wild.
My insides burning.
My children whined for milk
And my husband wanted a kiss
But I ignored them.
Hearing from my friend was the best thing that had happened to me
Not because it had come
Not because I haven't hear from her in years
Because someone cared.
Someone cared enough to stop and take time for me.
And that made my life feel more important.
I ran up into my room and wrote back immediately
I knew the cost for a stamp would send my husband insane
We where still trying hard to earn money for food.
But I ignored it.
A week later I received another letter
And another and another for weeks to come.
And as a read, I pulled out a necklace.
A necklace I had hid forever.
I pressed my fingers on the wording
And smiled
'Best friends Forever'