I know those days you have sometimes. You feel like you’re nothing, you belong to nobody. You pretend that you like it, you love your independence but sometimes you wish you belonged to somebody, you wish that you had someone there for you, who knows you inside out. On those days, just remember that you’re perfect to me. Drop me a line, come on by, even better write me a letter. I’m here.
poetry & prose by HLR 