A Letter (From Lloyd, to Agnes His Love)

Agnes, love, the fish have been biting.

It'd be such a waste to ignore.

I have to go, didn't pay attention to how late it's gotten.

You know, I gotta go.

Maybe then we can get to that vacation.

Next month, to see your folks.

Sure, she's a pain, but she's still your mother.

Maybe we'll get "stuck" on the road.

Like that time, when we went to Phoenix.

I can't remember a better sunset.

It's been too long, that's for sure, since we had a nice trip.

Maybe next month, let's talk tomorrow.

I know, you were planning to do some shopping.

I'm fresh out of good socks, could you get me a new pair?

Black should be fine, remember we have that wedding.

Saturday, the catholic church in the afternoon.

If I get home late, I won't wake you.

Got some work in the woodshed I need to do.

Sleep well, my love, see you in the morning.

I'll lock up like I always do.

You're a bird that's flown away.

You're a spiraling plume of smoke.

In the distance, too far to see.

You're an empty mason jar.

You're that hand print too high on the wall.

You're what no one thinks of...

When they think of love.

I would have loved you any way that you wanted.

I would have drowned in just the hint of your smile.

But this water's so cold, that's what I get for hunting,

I guess I'll see you on the other side.

If I get home late, I won't wake you.

Got some work in the woodshed I need to do.

Sleep well, my love, see you in the morning.

I'll lock up like I always do.