letterbox

sudden bursts of scrubbing
and rubbing
its in the gaps,
I see
a brilo pad,
a scourer

why is it that it’s in a pace
a light walk
in all the places I have ran to,
You are missing
in all the places I took a gentle stroll,
You are waiting

there is no invite
still, I am
sitting on the stairs watching the letterbox
waiting in the spaces in-between
scrub, scrub, scrub
rub, rub, rub
Hu Allah, Hu Allah, Hu