Letters that will never be sent crowd the inbox - white envelopes, red or black the same, message trains going nowhere except the flame - intricacies of anger - the minute delicacies of disdain flooded ink overrunning mountainous epitaphs because it is impolite to question the absent reader but euphoric to ignite the writer with all the tragedies descending from the top of the page concerning
Dear Darling,
Best wishes
Sincerely,
Yours.