I know that you are already reading this,
But thank you for being there when I write a list.
A poem or prose.
For listening to my joys and woes.
All those blank and empty rows
Waiting to be filled
Make me happy.
Between the journal entries
And my verse
I hardly can find a page
Still open to my train of thought,
For, as you know, I think
I’m glad that you are always here,
To whisper ideas or lend an ear.
So I close this note sincere.