Letters

I’ve started writing letters, I’m sure you have gotten many; Women who threw themselves at you; Those who hung on to everything, and wrote down anything about you; Women who’ve had you, perhaps some you wish you had gotten to; Perfect signatures but never ‘A lifetime ago, I loved you.’; I’ve started writing letters, Stories I meant to send you; About those you’ve loved and those you played into; About who you may have given a rose; or that girl, you know the one; She caused a broken jaw, a black eye, and a cuss I’ve started spinning dirty magic, woven crazy exotic tales, I’ve started writhing letters in hopes that someday you will be real.