Your letter floats to the doormat

 I recognise the SCRAWL 

I WISH THAT I COULD OPEN IT

THOUGH YOU'RE NO LONGER HERE AT ALL

FOR YOUR LETTER IS A DREAM NOTE 

DELIVERED WHILST I SLEPT

it is crammed with many secrets 

of what happens in the next 

i reach for it it turns to dust 

as all we creatures do 

just what i'd give for a stolen glance 

and one more letter shared with you_