P.S.

Goodnight me

Goodnight you

Goodnight and God bless
all the ships at sea

Snoring softly under a look
of complete contentment

I contemplate an end
to all this fuss

Mustn't let the demons
get the best of me

They will take it out on you
my dear

So I write this
in the dark middle of something else

In the hopes that the minders
will miss it and you will not

Run my love
Run