The keywords were as follows : post office, discover, letter.
In case you are wondering, no, I did not win anything.:)
photo by mcandea
Finally, one evening, after much debate, I decided to speak to the lady, but she was not there when I arrived. And the following nights too. So on an off-day, I was at the post office sending parcels when I asked Sato-san, the postmaster, about the lady. With a quizzical stare, he told me her husband was away in the war, the Islands. She would be here at the post office, waiting for his war-zone letters . And then very strangely, he warned me to keep away from her . What I have discovered so far only deepens the mystery.
Now I know more about love and the human heart in these few weeks than in my entire life. You see, her husband never made it back from Iwo Jima. Day after day, she read that government letter, until her heart broke. They found her dead one day, on that post office porch, her tears still wet on those fair cheeks. And all this happened before I moved into this neighbourhood. I should be afraid, very afraid, but now I am not afraid anymore. As I stepped out of the porch, the fireflies scattered into the scented night.
And a haiga to go with the story...
photo by arien, image from morguefile
haiga by dsnake1
"Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.”
― Dylan Thomas
Shared on Poetry Pantry #162 at Poets United.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2013