In My Mailbox Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi

A soiled letter addressed to me
From a love long ago
By chance, I thought of them yesterday
Their kiss on my lips was like
Tasting cherries on a summer's evening
I didn't know whether, to open it
And finding they're gone
Or a hateful note telling that I did them wrong
By breaking their heart
No, the wet letter was asking: 'How's things? '
Maybe, they forgot they cheated
And was concerned about me
Asking if I am well since the break up
Well, if you must know, I am doing exceptional
How about you?