FOUND by Carol in Dallas, Texas
I found this letter — actually a poem — in an envelope, in 1967 when I was 15, on the floor the terminal when I was changing planes in Dallas on my way home to my family in Virginia. It had been stepped on many times as is evident by the shoe prints still showing on the envelope. At the time, I remember feeling sad when I read the letter and sorry it had would not get to whom it was intended. I must have gotten home and tucked it away, then went on with my teenage life forgetting about it.
Many years, several moves, and lots of miles later (now in California), I recently rediscovered it going through old papers. Re-reading it now, I wonder if the recipient may have, in fact, read it and carelessly? on purpose? lost the letter himself. I also find it interesting that the writer spelled her last name differently on the envelope from how it was signed on the letter.