#16

As the rain beats down on my
windowsill I wonder if you are out
there.
I wonder if among this chaos of
life and death whether or not you are
happy.

I hope the sun is shining where you are.
I hope that you are shining and never
having to even think of the word

cancer

ever again.

I hope that you are happy.
I hope that you are happy.
And,
if in your spare time,
you think of
m e,
I guess that's okay too.