H4: Joyless

Dear Joy,

 

I hope I find you well

With inspiring things to tell.

My memories are so strong

But time stretches long.

Isn’t that part of a song?

Let’s get together if you are ever nearby.

I miss you so much I could cry.

Don’t have your new address.

Last post came back a mess;

Undeliverable, at best.

For all I know, you might be dead.

Enough of that stuff that shouldn’t be said…

Please, oh please, show up at my door,

any time, any day.

 

Missing you more and more,

 

D. Pression

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