Dear...

[Your name here]

Much time has passed,
Or maybe only a little,
When we're not talking,
almost no time passes at all...

"Plink, Plink, Plink" A piano accompaniments a cello in my mind,
The music is like a broken record when I need to think,
The high pitched G, over and over,
I just sit here, dwelling on old memories.

The room around me feels too spacious,
Large, eerie, cold,
I am alone, and lonely
Some company would be nice.

Sometimes when I dream, I read your name over and over as if it were printed on my eyelids,
There is so much potential for something so magnificent,
I often wish that something could be made of it,
But nothing ever happens.

If I were to light a candle,
The wick would expire,
Our dinner would go cold,
Perhaps we're just not close enough.

I left a kiss in the envelope for you,
You may have trouble finding it,
I also sent you a hug
It's hiding on the back of this letter. (Really, turn the page over)

Smile, please, I wish for you to appreciate my efforts,
I can't be perfect,
I can't be present,
But I can always be your personal gentleman (as required).

Listen to your heart beat,
I'm sure it's different than before,
Maybe this letter brings as many tears as I gave it,
Or maybe it doesn't.

The sun comes up,
My mood goes down,
So little left to enjoy,
In places I don't belong...

The world is not mine,
Nor is it yours,
Owned by those with money,
We have such little control.

One day, Far away,
Take my hand and Squeeze gently,
Lay beside me on the grass,
Resting your head upon my chest.

I have no idea how to end this,
The words sometimes come so easy,
Could I write forever?
Maybe with more paper...

So here we are,
Nearer to the end,
Yet it's only still the beginning,
We're yet to experience the real magic.


With much love,
[My name here], your gentlemanly friend.