Tripping out

Yearss ago
I googled an old girlfriend
Some record popped up,
A marriage license.
Oh well, I was glad enough.
 
A few months ago, I googled again
Abina lives in Mayhapsville
Only a couple hours away.
No husband.
No kids?
I debated driving over
Knocking on her door
But after a few months
The raging internal debate
Subsided
 
 
I come home Monday a frenzied day
A FedEx sticker on the door
Signature required.
I wasn't expecting a package.
 
Tracking number says 0.2 Lb, 8x10x6...
First delivery attempted,10:00 AM
From Mayhapsville.
 
She must be reaching out.
I couldn't sleep
Was she dying?  
She would only be 42
Maybe she just wanted to send an Xmas
Card, wanted to make sure I got it.
We did, that last nite before I was shipped out overseas,  
We did do it.
"You went in this time"
Maybe all these years
And I was a dad?
 
My anxiety melted into...
Wonder?
I call in sick.
Open my door at 8 AM
Looking out thru the glass screen door
Tracking says
Next delivery attempt  
by the end of the day, Tuesday.
10AM comes, goes
Noon, I decide to fidgit around in the back yard
Dashing up front Everytime I heard anything that  
Could possibly be a truck
Then the moment arrives
I sign my name
 
But I am sorry
I must let the reader
Take it from here on out