PO Box

Every time I turn my mailbox key

A lock opens up in me

Vulnerability won’t make you write to me

My PO box is empty so I lock it up and leave

Small town making small talk

I pretend I’m fine in line

Up on bulletin boards

I search for a sign of any kind

Every time I turn my mailbox key

A lock opens up in me

Vulnerability won’t make you write to me

My PO box is empty so I lock it up and leave

I see your ghost all the time

But unlike our zeitgeist

You said you’d write

So I waited, I stayed up nights wondering what it’d be like

When I would turn my mailbox key

And your lock would open up for me

The possibility of an answer exceeds

But my PO box is empty, so I lock it up and I leave