Letters on the hallway floor,
Should I read them,
I am not sure.
Anxiously collected,
Why do I feel insecure?
Address is right,
And the name,
Council tax,
Bills in the main.
Then there’s one,
I open first.
Written in a pretty hand,
Left unsigned,
But I know who.
Talks of love,
I read it through,
Several times.
The paper, delicate,
And thin,
So I calm down.
The rest declined,
Go in bin!
