I wrote that letter: a follow-up to my previous poem “A love poem for a stranger”
I wonder if you know
That it’s me who wrote that letter.
I hope I could seduce you
With that shoddy poetry on a paper.
I might have been a bit too much
But that’s the thing about honesty,
It spills over like water from a bucket.
I hope I could make you feel something,
Something for me,
Or at least my poetry,
That to me sounds like vomit
From the mouth of a sick
This whole affair is strange,
Sometimes I wonder if you would have written back
If I had given you my return address.
But my courage lasted only till the last
Line of that verse after which I just
Had to finish it and be done.
So I signed it off as J.W, the initials
Of my favorite author,
Hoping to leave an obscure clue
If you might want to find me
And write to me too.