Dear Enemy,

Dear Enemy,
I want to thank you for thinking about me the other day. Most, but for the best, of my friends wouldn't conceive to think of me, but you, it seems, devote much of your time with me on your mind. Your constant battery of insultation flatters me to no end. Please know that I am so grateful for your enemyship, and for an enemy, you're the friendliest I know.

With love and resentment,
-John Hancock


(This isn't directed at anyone at all. In fact, it really was just a random idea that came over me while I was in the shower a few nights ago, so I thought I'd capture it in words. Any thoughts?)

Words Unwritten

Lost are the words which remain unwritten
A hollow memory is all that is left
Feeble, fallible mind can't remember
Of all of their memory bereft

Why can it be such a beauty inspired
Can't in a man's memory transpire?
As if words unwritten become unthought
What should be forever forever is naught