Love Letter 332 Cold Tea

I suppose, my humanness, has disappointed you

it seems all I've dreamed up, is still a dream

and I fluctuate between a few pounds of idealism and a few pounds of realism too many

but

I will still write

you

I will still smack my lips against the stamp

and stick it in the mail

I will still

keep the password

a secret

and wait for the post office

to send its chariot

of your love

I will apologize

too many times to project out into the future right now

but

I will apologize

I will know

that it is no good to try to change

anyone

or even anything

I will let the tea brew too long

because

I will forget to be present

to the tea leaf and the pot

but I will still drink it

and that, my love

is the part of myself

I will

give you the key to

Your Beloved