Dear Friend, to whom I often write
An abundance of letters in the night,
To be sent with all my fears,
I remain calm after all these years.
It is a step up from months past,
When tears came first and sleep came last,
That now I find my slumber at ease,
My dreaming free from mental disease.
So I write to let you know,
In less words than I’d like to show,
That I am ready to begin anew,
To close the gap between me and you.
We’ll talk every week, mostly over the phone,
And maybe spend time in each other’s homes,
Because we’re both back, and I hope you can see,
There’s no troubled water between you and me.