Junk Mail

It was always fun looking
into the open space 
the in between place
of this mailbox.

You see the letters would come
right to this place
from that space
in time.

The letters formed sentences
which took me to exotic locations
and gave me such affirmation
of hope.

It is no longer fun looking
into the open space
the in between place
of this mailbox.

The letters have disappeared 
and all that is left is this unwanted
junk mail.

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