Dear John,

my dear, dear, poor, poor Johnny. 

I hope that my scribbling against this desk doesn't wake your still figure against the window pane. 

But I'm sure it won't.

Your heavy lids won't open for a while, you must be so tired. 

Why does the whole world remind me of you on such a dreary day?

Somber, and sweet. A little empty, but oh so much to give?

Dear Johnny, I have to take my leave, don't mind me. 

Enjoy your nap; all my love.

Sincerely Yours,

Genevieve