Letters To Myself

Dear you -- Hey there, how are you?
I know we don't speak much.
Just want to say I'm sorry
That I don't keep in touch.

I have a major story
For you, I'd like to tell,
So that you'll always know me;
To prove I mean you well:

                                                              There once was a rock that wanted out
                                                              From the place it used to roam,
                                                              So her pebble friend told her about
                                                              A brand-new, northern home.
   
                                                              The pebble friend made lots of friends,
                                                              And forgot about the rock
                                                              Until a threat of their frienship's end
                                                              Made him on her door knock.

You see, you must remember
That she is still a friend,
And the month of late September
Is no reason to end.

Don't think that it's just you though.
It takes the two of you.
She must remember too, so
You do not part. Adieu.