My Love Letters
I was down the stairs. The cold felt good against my bare feet as I walked down into the lou. I washed my face and looked at it in the mirror. I saw my hair before me, complete with a white strike down the side. I heard my wife strive to make breakfast with the little money from the pie and barber shop. It's about the same everyday; a costumer here, a costumier there. You never know...maybe we'll be lucky enough. But still still murderous thoughts will keep filling my mind as I continue to write these letters to my own love, even though I cannot see you. I will burn these letters for you so that you may see feel how much I miss you. I love you my dearest .
Yours truly
Sweeney T.