A Note From Me To You

I think about you often,
And I'd write you every day,
But there's so very little
That seems worth while to say.
It either rains or doesn't rain,
It's either hot or cold.
The news is all uninteresting,
Or else it's all been told.
The only thing that matters
Is the fact that you are there
And I am here without you,
And it's lonesome everywhere.
I think about the way you smile
And I recall your touch..
And distance lends enchantment
And-I miss you very much.

-Dorothy Do'lJJ