Waiting for FedEx

Last night I dreamt about you again.

I dreamt that we were together. I was happy. I was truly happy. For the first time in a long while. Then I woke up, and I waited for you. I waited all day for you. I waited for you to walk up the path and knock on my front door. I must've watched at least sixty people pass by, but I never saw you. I never saw you looking at the numbers on the letterboxes, trying to find the right one. I never saw you glance at the front door and break into a smile as you saw the number ten and make your way up the short, stony path. I never saw you standing on my verandah, waiting for me to open the door. But I waited for you. I waited for you. And then I remembered that FedEx doesn't deliver on public holidays.