Literature
'...and here is your verse.'
"It's just me and my plus one..."
Sometimes I'll wake up in the dead of the night
only to think of how in a few hours it'll be light
down in Maryland too.
No time separates me -- only distance -- from you,
my dear friend. Oh, how I smile and cry
for past summers had humming our parties. I sigh
with happiness at stories sewn together from
mutual strings of words written by me and you. Numb
is what I feel when I can't help you in any way.
You are a glowing firefly, free to soar far away.
Now this promise I will keep
because we swore on the winged sheep:
one day this jellyfish will swim to your side.
You, the beautiful artist, s