Hey, babe! Are you there?
Well, it’s nothing…
just last night, I got a nightmare-
that I could no longer touch your silky hair
and we would no longer be a pair.
I woke up, heart crying in despair.
Dear, you must know you are awfully rare.
Though I know, we’re standing on a broken chair,
I’m not sure if I can bear.
This love, a mess that can’t be repaired.
Damn…I miss you,
and the flare in your stare.