To someone no longer living,

Are you mad at me, wherever you are? Do you know all of my secrets? It's hardly fair. Your picture was in his room.

I love you. I miss you. Enshrined, you are. Untouchable, you are. It's driving some of us mad. Not me, of course. But none of us are right.

Did I do something wrong? You were all for loyalty. You rarely forgave. Remember the 5th grade...

I miss you. I love you! Are you mad at me?

Sunshine