The Letter

I got a letter from someone like me

I blinked through the daylight and choked back my tea

Still stuck to my pillow, I read through her plea

Marked the decade before she wrote, what'll we be

I considered the question after some disbelief

I remembered her evening, her hunt for relief

I worried about what my answer would be

But I knew she was listening, so I said let me see

You'll be twisted sometimes, all tangled inside

And some mornings will feel like they're mocking your pride