Sometimes in less than logical moments
I imagine how nice it would be

to walk downstairs from my second floor apartment
and find a letter in my mail box

from a woman I knew in the past
with some kind or loving words inside it

sometimes in less than logical moments
I imagine it would be like the best Christmas present

at any time of the year, spring, summer, fall, winter
but thinking logically, maybe this is a sign that

despite my reclusive contentment and general happiness
perhaps sometimes I get a little lonely

and long for some female companionship
forgetting, for a moment, the drawbacks and the risks.

Bob Boyd