Ode To Carol
Mail, mail everywhere
Always falling, its unfair
My heart is pounding
At a rapid pace
Mail is stacked
All over the place
IN and OUT
It all looks the same
Until I pause from work
And read your name
Carol, Carol, I repeat once more
To find your stack
About the floor
Looking through the employment list
Searching for what?
My eyes have missed…
I call and call and call once more
I knock and slam and bang your door
‘Where in the world is Carol!?’
I hissed
For all I know
She doesn’t exist.
