Meredith Wade

You've Got Mail
I see a letter
white and innocent
Propped against a pepper shaker
Upon the kitchen table
I pick it up,
paper smooth and cool
To my tentative touch
I think of all that it could be
Is it a scholarship to the university of my dreams?
A letter from a long-lost friend?
A secret message from the one I love?
How can there be so much possibility
Within one piece of paper
Folded and glued
I cannot take it any longer
I rip it open only to find
A flier for a camping trip
It seems to mock at my hopeful dreams
I throw it in the recycling bin
Maybe next time, I think.