And so I sit reading your note,
It's so hard to combat the things you wrote...

Void emotionless faces,
Old dusty dark places...

Writing a poem has never been so easy for me,
When you can do as I do and fill it with glee...

Someone once told me. "Your writing is...
When they said this to me, my spirits did lift...

"I really love her," he said to himself,
Reaching down, tucking her things in a shelf...

I'm the guy with the indifferent face,
Who's heart is a rocketship lost in space...