I wrote you, I mailed It by Ron Porter ©2019

I wrote you a letter that had no words
about the love and pain I felt for you.
I mailed it to an address where nobody lives
cause it was the only thing I could do.
I went home and sat in a room where 
you were not there, and there's just one chair,
drank coffee and played some solitaire.

Hours run together; years flow by like a river.
I remember old times; memories make me quiver.
My love for you is constant and true
As constant and bright as the Northern Star
Remember, I told you it would never fail?
You never replied to my wordless epistle;
Maybe, baby, it got lost in the mail.