Whats Wrong My Love Poem by Bernard Kennedy

The bills come in, those reminders,
in their window envelope,
2 tell us, i dwell here too.
Upon the hall floor,
caught under the mat.
'That postcards nice, Marbellla, again? '
' and whats this ' confidential'.
A warning from the bank,
a new pizza parlour,
window cleaning done,
extension possible,
old coins for free, with every purchase,
A holiday draw for every carpet,
curtain bought, a chance to be
a millionaire', again.
But wait, softly on the floor,
whats this, A Valentine?
A light shines now behind the door,
and other letters into vapors go.