The Letter K

The letter K has always been a favourite of mine,
Can someone be in love with a letter?
Or just have a dangerous obsession with it?
Either way, the letter K is my obsession
It’s not a sin, or some dirty secret
It’s just a letter, and one I happen to like

My first love was a K, and the next, and the next
Maybe it’s because of that I love the letter
Psychologically it could be,
You know, conditioning and all that
But maybe not
I don’t know really
But they all did have the letter K at the start of their name

Katrina, Kim, Kathryn, Kathy and Kathryn
All the letter K
Everything I have loved is the letter K
Everything I have hated is the letter K
I see the letter and I smile
I see the letter and I scowl
I hate and love the letter K

When the world’s final rhythm
Hits its last syllable and the sound of
Life is all but silenced… I’ll wait.
The Pale Horsemen will approach me and
Ask me what is my last wish

And On this - Earth’s final day
I’ll smile and look up at him -
“The Letter K” is what I’ll say