Dear Sorrow,

I haven't seen you in a while—it's been a good six years since you visited. 
I still think about you, our close times together—but less and less. 
There are some times months when you never come to mind.
In fact, i do believe I'm beginning to forget you more than not, 
but they'll always be a bit of you that I carry around on my shoulders, up my sleeve, in my pocket.
We spent so much time together—just the two of us that you are in my blood. 
I tried to break with you many times but you were always so dedicated to me, so loyal, so noble.
How are you? I hope you have made new friends, I'm sure you have moved on. 
You were always able to meet new people easily, it's in your nature, you devil you.
I must be honest, I don't miss you at all. Actually, I am happier with you not around. 
Even though we were so close, there was always a bit of self-righteousness that you carried with you 
which made me a bit uncomfortable, I must confess. But, I wish you the best wherever you are these days. 
Sometimes I think I see you but it's just that personality of yours that is so recognizable in people. 
Take care of yourself, mate. We'll always have those late night candles and poetry we shared. 

Cheers,
JohnnyG