Sept 3rd
My,A
do you remember
Staying in the flat, for three days,eating pepperoni and drinking red wine?
I said this must be what a king feels like
And you laughed asking why?
And I told you about grits
And biscuits
We passed through a small town very much the same ….
The streets were empty
And the windows boarded
I couldn’t help but think about it…
It brought me a kind of surreal
Peace.
I can’t do much else
Other than wish you
A happy birthday
I hope this reaches you soon.
Love, Charlie
P.s keep writing
I’m getting your letters
Every word
In time
