In My Mailbox

A soiled letter addressed to me From a love long ago By chance, I thought of them yesterday Their kiss on my lips was like Tasting cherries on a summer's evening I didn't know whether, to open it And finding they're gone Or a hateful note telling that I did them wrong By breaking their heart No, the wet letter was asking: 'How's things? ' Maybe, they forgot they cheated And was concerned about me Asking if I am well since the break up Well, if you must know, I am doing exceptional How about you?