You Wrote Me a Love Letter.

Promising that every word was true.

But I’m confused by the signature,

So remind me who are you?

And as I glance at the letter

Full of cliches it reminds me of better days

Days of Rutherford B. Hayes.

Days of the Ferris Wheel

We could ride up to the top

and Time would seem to stop.

And before the wheel starts turning,

and I mean no disrespect.

But I never caught your name and that’s because you are not real.

But I knew this before I made my spiel,

Because you were an e-mail.

I should have known better than this.

But as the saying goes Ignorance is Bliss.