Empty

After sending the letter to my father, I find that I am VERY attached to my email in-box. I keep checking it every hour or so. And it stares back at me...empty. My spam box mocks me with its contents. For all intents and purposes, it stands empty as well.

My mailbox at the curb is empty as well.

Empty. It is the same feeling that is echoed by my heart.

I cannot help but wonder if he has received my letter but chose to crumple it up and throw it away. Much like he has done with our relationship.
Or did he read every word that poured from my heart? Could he have been waiting for this courier of redemption?

But all I hear right now is the silence and the hollow echo of my mailbox as I shut it.

And my heart stands empty, waiting for his response...