Lost in the Mail

I can't count the amount of people who have turned their backs on me.

I am delivered door-to-door,
heart-to-heart,
and each time I am shipped,
the box grows more and more suffocating.

It is simply too small to fit the memorials I've made for all the love I have lost.


I have never understood why people choose to open me with no intention of ever keeping me.

They are so excited to see me on their doorstep;
the possibilities of what I could be are endless.
I suppose that I am not the possibility that they had hoped for.

I never am.

Still, I am holding out hope that one day,
somebody will open me and see that I am exactly what they prayed for.
Maybe one day, I will finally be enough.