Dear heart,
I got your letter underneath my door. I left it on the floor too scared to break the seal apart. I guess it's better; unopened sentiments detailing my offense are better left ignored. Maybe the winter comes like violins in sorry songs. And baby we're so far gone we can only hope to drift ashore...
My love,
I hope you get this. Page after page, detailing our escape. Just meet me before dawn is breaking. God I'm so tired of staring at the sun. I've thrown away my gun and I'm praying that's enough...
