dear prudence

catefrances

when she got home there was
a note tacked to her front door
from him. it read, havent heard from you
in ages. hope you doing well
she smiled slightly and folded the note
in half and half again then turning the key
she shoved it deep into her coat pocket.
when she shut the door behind her she withdraw
the note from its hiding place.
she turned it over in her hand lifting it to her face.
she tried to breathe in his scent
and then sighed at such silliness.
for weeks she carried that note around
as if it were some talisman
tracing his cursive with a gentle touch
to ward off his imminent arrival
bearing gifts she couldnt refuse

one morning she woke up to a knock upon her door
she nearly choked on the breath drawn back down
she shuffled cautiously hoping wondering many things
and then a voice not known,
ma'am we got powerlines down in the area..
thats all she really heard
she went to check her top drawer for that was
where she kept her memories of him
she laughed at her own adolescent thoughts
and then noticed her alarm clock strangely quiet.

justam

You reminded me of this with your title.

http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=La7Sm9_1tSE