You never talked to me that much,
And we're not even that close,
Yet you have observed me
Like an open book,
And gave me letters.
I still remember the time
When I seemed to be
Going out of my mind,
And things have gone out of hand
I just found a piece of paper
On my desk with;
Words so soothing
Like a cold wash of relief
Words so soft like a cotton
And your name,
Lousily scrawled at the bottom