My dearest Em, I could never find a better anything than you.
But I feel you've tired of me.
The doc said that love gets in the way. Then a few posts later
she says that you and I should only be friends.
One yet another thread, some little Wooden Chick pops up and says
she's a writer. Yes, she got my attention. A passing thing.
But you Em...you gave up without a tear. Willing to let us carry you
away to the asylum.
You can't go, sweetheart.
Who would make my brownies? Who would make me smile every day?
Who else would let me and the Farmboy laze our days on the front porch?
There's only one you, Em.
And we all share you...
Spook