Return to Sender

I sat alone at home one day,
Tapping my pen on the desk to pass the time…
Finding all these little words,
To make my love song rhyme.
With letters so graceful, I finished the note,
And stuffed it in the mail.
I had laid myself bare before you,
I knew that my love couldn’t fail.

Waiting anxiously for that one response,
That would set my heart aflame…
Feeling so good, feeling so free…
I had finally conquered love’s game.

Then one day I stared out the window to see,
A pile of letters came forth, one was to me.
I picked it up, with elation in mind,
Only to see in a writing not mine:

Return to sender, for this love’s not enough.
I couldn’t deal with it. It would be too tough.
I’ve got too much on mind, too much in hand,
I know you love me, but please understand.
Hold that thought, as I try to forget,
I don’t think I’ve hit that point right yet.
You say all these things, but I don’t really know…
It seems too good… too much of a show.
So just return to sender…

My heart fell to pieces when I saw your response.
I’ve cried myself to sleep so many nights,
Saying, “It can’t be true… It’s just a mistake,”
I’ve said, “I love you,” so much, it’s trite.
For four whole years, since the day I met you,
I know my love’s been true…
But no matter how many time’s I’ve said it,
It doesn’t seem to affect you.

Wondering why it never got through,
Confused as to why we’d always be two.
Then I remember those words you said,
Putting all hopes to eternal rest:

Return to sender, for this love’s not enough.
I couldn’t deal with it. It would be too tough.
I’ve got too much on mind, too much in hand,
I know you love me, but please understand.
Hold that thought, as I try to forget,
I don’t think I’ve hit that point right yet.
You say all these things, but I don’t really know…
It seems too good… too much of a show.
So just return to sender…

- Thomas Brooks © August, 2005
I might write more to it, later…