Innocently she flicks through
recent mail,
pausing to read the odd one,
trashing half,
moving on speedily;
getting bored, she goes to
throw them in the bin;
lastly, quickly she skims through
the rest;
assuming it to be junk;

and then her eyes stop.

Linger on the one she dreads,
the one she never thought
would come;

fear runs through her veins;
and she begins to shake.

He’s back.