I don't know if I'll mail this letter Maybe this letter is not meant to post
But writing it makes me feel better
Like conversing with a long dead ghost
How many years since you went away?
Since you packed your bags and moved on out?
I can't forget the minute, the hour, the day
Because time drags by when you are not about
I know that I am the one to blame
My constant nagging; you had no peace
And if only I could hear your name
The pain would go and the hurting cease
I guess this letter will go with the rest
It will be read by no one at all
It will be stamped; no known address
And be delivered back to my hall!
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