Mailbox, Fire Hydrant Red Poem by Keith Michael

i see the fire hydrant and the red mailbox and can't decide which to use to put out the fire. every now and then i open the fire red mailbox and see that letter from the other man. there is no hiding whats inside of that paper white envelope. does he make you soar and swoon like i did? does he light that fire in your heart that i must have doused and put out by pushing you away? can i just bring back those days we walked through the snow in the city, your face glistening while the flakes fall. Leaving a rosie red color on your nose and cheeks. your small but perfect feet leaving the boots impression in the snow which is less than have the size of mine and we laugh. and yet...you remember none of that, whether you choose to or not. so take my memories and at least save them in a box for a rainy day. i know ill save yours for when i want to reminisce, and leave behind that fire the mailman visits everyday, staked in your front yard.