to whom it may concern, my friend, I'm speaking to you. You have been there for anything, talked to me, allowed me to vent, my life has fallen and you stayed, despite everything and every time I said i was fine, I'm slipping and i need a hand maybe even 3, you and the other 2 people i may be speaking of have just stayed, despite heartbreak, achievements, grief, and gladness, anger, and everything else. you have stayed and I'm grateful even when the days are old I hope to still see you guys, and if I fold my cards before my time you keep me from dropping the cards on the table, if you don't understand talk to me like you do every day I go through a loved one or loved animals passing, a personal beating, or even a broken piece of myself breaking more, I know you won't leave but why test that theory, you have may have never known my poetic side and that may be one of many secrets I haven't turned over.
I am still standing here and you know who you are just as i know who i am
