As far as a letter goes,
It was nondescript,
The message it carried was sinister.
As for me lost in the throes,
Seemed like our last script,
To gain or lose this wasn't a triffling smoking canister.

Thoughts were random simple,
Now discrete complex and hindered,
I hate 'we should talk' but now's time.
The palms sweaty not a little,
Bits of courage...