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Dear Kristen,

I thought I'd write you a letter
To tell you what I've been doing
Well, truth is, not much as of late
Wake up, put on a pot of coffee
Tie my tie and hook my belt in the forth hole
Yes, it's gone out a notch since we last talked

Seems like every day's the same
Wake up, put on a pot of coffee
Work, come home for the evening, go to bed
Wake up, put on a pot of coffee
After a shower at 6:00 AM

Not much more to report
But, if I'm going to write you
I may as well let you know
I still think about you every morning
Still set out two cups for coffee
Only to pour half the pot down the drain
Strange, I know
By now you think I'd have learned to make less

I guess, I should mention, now
Why I'm writing you
But, I think you already know
How much I loved you
And, how I still do
Think about you every morning
Every single morning

The evenings are sometimes hard
And, by 'sometimes,' I mean always
I still put two place settings out
When I use the recipes you gave me
Still watch the same movies
I pretended to dislike when we'd watch them together
But, I no longer have to turn my head
To hide the tears rolling down my cheeks
During the sad or hope filled parts

The king bed we bought
Once felt like our own reserve
Were we'd give each other love
But, now it feels like a fortress
That shows me just how small I am
Without you beside me

All these words and jumble sentences
Haven't touch the purpose
Of this pen in hand
Speaking of this heart inside of me
Why's it so hard to forget
The love you gave me
The love I still have for you

Sincerely
And, Dearly Yours