United Postal Service of Me

I sit down at my desk and write you a love letter.
Its a great love letter, full of you know, feelings.
I think you will like it.
I write to tell you about my days and nights and the things I do and the things I see.
I write and write and write and write. There's so much to say.

But then I realise, there's no point writing to you. You never reply. To me.