To Whom it May Concern
To whom it may concern,
(present tense)....
The wind's blowing as your soft words caress my face. As the leaves break
from the trees, i fall gracefully in your embracing bed of roses. As i look up, beyond
the threaded blanket in the sky, my mind drifts away in curiosity. Your incandescent
wind dances over me as the sweet nectar from your soul illuminates my atmosphere.
......it used to.
Sincerely,
your ex..
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