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 division of property I gain that, you gain this 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