Is this a question or an instruction? Superficially sentimental, it feels to me like a need for affirmation, a self-addressed envelope hosting a note of paranoia, inevitably returned to sender. Split/symmetry again, the details designed to mirror suppressed desperation. Ha! What do I know? A thin veneer caught in the act of projection...whatever, I choose to read into this anything I contrive to find :) For me, an abundant piece of writing.
[meaning, yes, I drool over this one :]