Dear, Abby
Who are you to shed a tear?
Who are you to cry?
How can you be quick to judge,
But not to say goodbye?
We're just two broken people
With histories of shame.
How wrong could it have been of me
To think we'd be the same?
I sold my life to please you.
Did everything I could.
Was all my effort not enough
To do us any good?
Was my life of no consequence,
And was my love of none?
Well, I hope you are happy.
Sincerely, Henry Dunn.