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She heard it fall
on the mat
and followed its call
to the unlit corridor
where the familiar handwriting
shone through the bleakness
like a lighthouse

She left it there
to put on the kettle
for a cup of tea,
taking the sugar from the shelf
to sweeten
the anticipation
of love delivered first class

She poured the boiling water
into the mug
and left it to brew
before returning to the envelope,
lifting it to her cheek as closed eyes
spilled to smudge the ink of her address