I missed him, so I wrote him a letter, it was a sweet letter, a short letter “miss you” I said, “wish you were here to hold me, ‘cause I’m here holding myself and you’re better.” (to hold, I meant) and so, I sealed it and dropped it in the box and waited. and envelope came and I was happy, excited, and your letter was full of emptiness, of empty words, of- of although cherished, mostly empty, promises.
This is a golden shovel poem...A golden shovel poem is when the last word of every line in the poem makes up a sentence, quote, or phrase.
