Letters for Muscles
February 28
My Dearest Muscles,
I saw the news today. Your complex got bombed, and all I can keep thinking about is the last time I saw you. How I watched you walk to your car that beautiful February morning, when you told me not to worry, that it was a beautiful day out. Just before you pulled out of the driveway, we waved, blew a kiss, and you drove away. And now I don’t even know where you are.
Watching that TV is awful. They keep playing the same clip over and over again. The image of the building collapsing in on itself is burned into the back of my mind.
They’re saying that they tried to evacuate the building? But they’re also saying that the entire first floor was wiped out on impact. Was that where you were staying? I hope not. I have faith that you got out. We’ve been through so much worse, and I know that you found a way to make it out of that building, I know you did.
Please be safe.
Yours Lovingly,
Blondie
I saw the news today. Your complex got bombed, and all I can keep thinking about is the last time I saw you. How I watched you walk to your car that beautiful February morning, when you told me not to worry, that it was a beautiful day out. Just before you pulled out of the driveway, we waved, blew a kiss, and you drove away. And now I don’t even know where you are.
Watching that TV is awful. They keep playing the same clip over and over again. The image of the building collapsing in on itself is burned into the back of my mind.
They’re saying that they tried to evacuate the building? But they’re also saying that the entire first floor was wiped out on impact. Was that where you were staying? I hope not. I have faith that you got out. We’ve been through so much worse, and I know that you found a way to make it out of that building, I know you did.
Please be safe.
Yours Lovingly,
Blondie