I guess I’ll just write poetry.
What else am I to do?
I have to fill the lonely hours
And love to speak to you.
My oh so lovely readers—
You’re the apple of my eye.
We’ll always have each other.
Won’t we?
There’s really no goodbyes.
Just, “Friend, I’ll see you later
In the Castle in the Sky.
We’ll all get there eventually.
Might take a couple tries.