Dear leopard print heels,
It’s winter. Come inside. I don’t have any more trash to bring to the dumpster. You had to be a little curious why I’ve already taken four trips. I’m sorry I had no words to console you, or I would have. It’s a shame I couldn’t find the strength to help you. The thought of my mistake will keep me awake in the absence of your sobbing. Please don’t take whatever happened to you tonight as a representation of the life ahead. The future is brighter and hopefully warmer (though maybe a coat would be a good idea).
Concerned boy at Apt 101