"Unopened"

As the days turn into weeks
Uncertainty corrodes my mind
Lingering by the mailbox ardently
Did it arrive or am I blind?

Nothing else to do but wait
Everything around me fading to gray
Just one letter back is all I seek
My mind has now gone astray

Many similarities appear to me
Paper and ink, knife and blood
Weeks have now become months
Brown eyes melt to brown mud

A burning question I want answered
Step outside and begin to walk
Biding time is no longer an option
My only choice now is to stalk

She fails to understand how I feel
Her name echoes loud in my mind
If only she knew what a letter meant
If only I knew what I would find

My trek to her house now at an end
The sun above begins to set
No light now to guide me home
My answer in front of me as I fret

A truth that I could not fathom
Deaden the sound of the iron horn
On the ground I see a letter
My letter to her, unopened, and torn