My dearest John,

Have you ever laughed

When you thought you ought

To cry?

Have you ever died

Just to come back

To life?

Have you ever felt

What you shouldn't - couldn't - feel

Just to realize that everyone

Was right?

Have you ever lain your soul

On a taut, threadbare line

Just to have it stolen

Right in front of

Your eyes?

My dearest John,

This tired game is running out

Of rhymes

I'll never deserve your anything

So now I say