Letters
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!