Writing Again

I just wanted to leave you
 This one last note in your window
 Before you disappear
 I wanted to concatenate
 The paper with the pen
 With the hand that you left here
 I wanted to tell you
 That I'm still breathing
 I wanted to show you
 My fingers still bend
 I wanted to thank you
 For giving me something
 To be all bitter about
 It's good to be writing again
 And I didn't want to wallow
 So I'm writing a peppy
 Little sonnet about the snow
 And I think you would like it
 And I guess that's what I really miss
 And there's something bothering me
 What I wanted to say is
 Oops, I didn't mean to get all heavy
 I mean, really, I am doing just fine
 When I look at your picture
 You are foreign to me
 You are practically out of my mind
 And this is the season, I thought, for all summer
 And this is the reason I emptied my mind
 On to pieces of paper
 That don't hold the answers
 Just clear-headed questions
 And the memories
 Of former times
 And I've sworn off of women
 But I've adopted a dog
 With paws the color of snow
 And I think you would like him
 And I guess that's what I really miss
 And there's something bothering me
 What I wanted to say is
 So, here it goes
 This is my letter
 To tell you the truth
 I can't tell if I'm better
 I've been thinking about the way most
 Things are difficult to open
 And easier to close
 But closure isn't something
 That you get with a person
 It's a plan interrupted by snow
 Or a vision of property
 A game that you played with me
 And there's something bothering me
 What I wanted to say is
 I wanted to tell you
 That I'm still
 Breathing
 I wanted to show you
 My fingers
 Still bend
 I wanted to thank you
 For giving me something
 To be all bitter about
 It's good to be writing again
 It's good to be writing again