I stopped watching for Lady La Poste
Late last week;
Finally gave up waiting
For the belated, promised greeting
Just this minute, as it happens.
Almost convinced myself
‘It’s only a card,
Only sent out of duty,
(Probably) ,
To sit on the shelf’,
But I fell at the first fence
Of fooling myself.

More hurtful things have happened
Yet I’ve always let go
Without them coming back and besieging me so.

This thing I thought
Would just be the same.

But it wasn’t to be.
How could I see
It coming,
(Or not coming, in this case) ,
To me?

Cyberspace silent,
Telephony too.

Not a single
Word
To me from you.

Tony Jolley

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-faller-at-the-first/