Sometimes in less than logical moments
I imagine how nice it would be
to walk downstairs from my second floor apartment
and find a letter in my mail box
from a woman I knew in the past
with some kind or loving words inside it
sometimes in less than logical moments
I imagine it would be like the best Christmas present
at any time of the year, spring, summer, fall, winter
but thinking logically, maybe this is a sign that
despite my reclusive contentment and general happiness
perhaps sometimes I get a little lonely
and long for some female companionship
forgetting, for a moment, the drawbacks and the risks.
Bob Boyd