Darling, I write you
To tell you I’ve gone.
To let me breath on my travels,
After this maybe you can come.
I have passed many disturbing valleys,
Trees that hung so low to the ground,
I always wonder how you’re feeling,
Are our children safe and sound?
I miss little Allison so dearly,
She is full of such wisdom like you,
And Tom was quite a wild one,
Whether playing with worms or eating glue.
Oh, but my heart is often heavy,
The tears have been so quick to fall.
Darling, didn’t you always know this?
We weren’t fit for love after all.
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