the letters that lenny sent

and there he goes, singing a song about the letters that he's sent...

"she never liked to get
the letters that he sent.

but now she's got the gist
of what his letters meant.

she's reading them again,
the ones she didn't burn.

she pressed them to her lips,
his pages of concern.

he said there'd been a flood.
he said there's nothing left.

he hoped that she would come.
he gave her his address.

her story was so long,
the plot was so intense,

it took her years to cross
the lines of self-defense.

the wounded forms appear:
the loss, the full extent;

and simple kindness there,
the solitude of strength.

she walks into his room,
she stands there at his desk.

begin her letter to
the one who's coming next..."