She had sent a letter, she said
And wondered when it had arrived
And so returning at night from work
as one does I told her

Again she'd sent a cheque she told me
And asked about when it had arrived
And so returning at night from work
As she had asked I told her

Again she sent a cheque
A year on from dad's death
But did not ask
In the morning I thought to walk
To the post office,
having time but the train came in

That night
The letter was fat
And unopened I started to cry
knowing...
I went to the pub
And read.

The police were waiting
when I arrived home
and took all the letters