Dear Mack,
Dear Mack, Yes,that’s you.I knowyou stillgo by Lauren.Trust me,you’ll adjustto it. I know it’s weird;me writing to you.It’s all I couldthink to do. I just wantto help. I know it’s hard.Everything, I mean. It’s been arough yearfor you,hasn’t it?It’s rough here too.I know that soundslike it’s notgetting better.It is, though.I just needyou to know.It is alreadygetting better. Trust me, I know. Mack
This poem is about:
Me