the wait..

there is a chance that he got it before he left for work.
there is a chance that he has already read my hastily scribbled words.
there is a chance that he is at work and quietly grinning to himself.
there is a chance that he is at work and poised to respond.
there is a chance that his reponse will not be favourable.
there is a chance that his reponse might change my life.
there is a chance that i might have done the wrong thing.
there is a chance that it may have been the most blessed use i have ever made of the postal system.
there is a chance that he wont see it, or open it, or read it.....until after work...
but surely, after work is an eternity away?