The Letter

The letter 

arrived today in its manila envelop 
and the air was heavy and tiresome 
and I could feel the coldness coming 
from the small window not to far from the doors end. 

It whispered that stifling shivering whisper 
the one that sends chills through your bones 
“come with me”, it said. 
“leave and run with me”, it said 

“do not concern yourself with the contents”
“it is only letters that form words with no meaning”
“ads and bills annoying things”
“come lets find thrills that stop the heart”
“let us go back to the start”, it said. 

I felt something I’ve not felt 
in a long time, a teen 
the youthful naivety 
to think my life would better 
if I pop the molly. 

“don’t think just act”
“don’t smile or frown”
“just keep that grim”
“expression and come with me”, it said. 

And just like a teen 
I swam in foolishness 
I unlock the door and walk out
F**k it 

So now I no longer stroke
instead I lie at the bottom 
immobile pondering on the contents.
is this better? 
Maybe. 
But, then again 
it was only letters with no meaning.