The Envelope

An envelope waits in the dark mailbox
where it's been lying for many a year,
spelling out unread tales of joy and fear
whose words bled long ago into blotches.

The black ink, now watercolor splotches,
disfigures the letter of parchment sheer.
Deliv'ring the lonely envelope here
was one of a new postman's first botches

the house is empty, as it was years ago,
when the envelope was first placed inside.
'Twas to someone else this letter was quilled,
but 'twas to this mailbox it was bestowed,
and so it lies here forever denied:
the envelope's job will ne'er be fulfilled