Coming down my letterbox, a shiver down my spine

I rush outside to find the streets deserted.

A humble knock is all it takes for me to look inside,

And I see a small envelope inserted.

I gently take it out, and rest it on the stove,

I singe it with a flame and it opens.

A postcard is at view, with small letters backside,

My luck is getting better, I hopens.

"Dear who it may concern, a story is to turn,

I know you in certain.

We've plenty adventured, oh, the places we've entered

I'm write behind your curtain."

I look at the bottom,

for there is written:

"From you."