Here It Is:

I feel like

writing a letter to my soul today

I would start with Dear

and end with I wish you were here

I would ask "where are you

Friend?"

When are you coming to me 

like I come to you... You betrayed me

You took my lollipop and now I feel

so sad...  don't you know when my mouth 

is busy I have no time to talk or even 

complain

Where is the nearest stop sign?

the big red love affair

has to begin

and not when the loud noises

of New York City on a Saturday 

morning- goddammit! 

I do open my eyes

I am still sleeping

but do you believe me?

I see you change like the arms of my clock 

you come around and 'round

me when? 

Are you waiting for me, huh

someplace else for me? 

I have written you once before 

or maybe thrice

and you still forget 

that I am no longer

a child... I am.

I am, I am, I am! 

When, did you say you were coming!? 

Right when I thought you'd become one with me

you show withering signs and I have no hope

I really do end this letter with

"Yours Truly" 

But what does that mean exactly? 

I've often wondered if they reach you too

Friend. 

If there is a ring of truth in my words too

Friend.

just to feel like you understand me and not

you playing "pretend"

Friend.

So I add the ps

and say come what may

you sit silently 

riding on my tired shoulders or inside me somewhere

waiting for another letter

And here it is: