The Envelope Poem by Vera Sidhwa

The Envelope


The envelope sat on my table.
To pick it up I was not able,
Because you see it was about you and me.
Of all the things did we.

I didn't want to stuff it.
I didn't want to give it it's story.
I didn't want to lick it,
Or put a stamp on it.

So I watched this envelope,
In great anxiety,
Now wanting to stuff it,
With a letter written to you.

That contained a scary message, 'I love you.'