Page 51 of Songs for Libby

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

I told you I’d be better

Now I have to write this letter

Tell you how I earned this fetter

With a life that’s bruised and torn

That paper left me crying

For my shame and for my lying

I was so concerned with flying

That I left you there to mourn

No one could love so sweetly

Filling up my soul completely

With the fragrance that you neatly

Use to turn my stubborn head

I’ll be forever grieving

Knowing I just did the leaving

With my pride and my deceiving

When I left myself for dead

—Sean Amity