Summary: This is a sequel to Bobby emails Alex. So maybe Alex didn't really mean some of the things she said earlier about Bobby. (See chapters 27 & 28: Found on the ladies' room wall at One Police Plaza). No spoilers that I know of.
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To:bobbygoren@mcs.com
From:alexeames@mcs.com
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Dear Bobby,
Though I'd enjoy chocolate sauce
I fear it must be my loss -
Times like this how I wish
That you weren't such a dish
It'd be easier to pretend I was cross.
From our past dealings
You know I have feelings
But while you're far from a jerk
Canoodlin' won't work
Though why I 'm uncomfortable revealing.
I hate to refuse you
But my heart cannot choose you
Don't get me wrong
As partners we belong
As a friend I'd be sorry to lose you
There are men in this squad
Who are wantin' my bod
They're easily impressed
Just because I'm well dressed
But I know you see through that facade
Unlike them, you don't gripe
When I say "Not my type"
The rumors say I'm hot to trot
But really, truly I'm not
Forget all that cheap vice squad hype.
I keep a tight rein
On my joy and my pain
There've been times in the past
In the pit I've been cast
And I don't want to go there again!
I have demons and ghosts
That leave me morose
Though I appreciate your trust
I'm not prepared for your lust
It's friends that I really need most
I'm not trying to paint
My dead husband as a saint
But when he died
The oceans I cried
Forced me to learn some restraint.
There are things that I hide
Buried deep down inside
Would you be accepting
Or coldly rejecting?
I'm just not ready to confide
My calm's a disguise
I put on for "the guys"
To you I'll confess
Inside I'm a mess
But I can't talk about what that implies.
I know you'll say we could share
All the burdens I bear
But these are MY woes
I don't care to expose
Them to you - It just wouldn't be fair.
Don't go seekin' pity
'Cause I'm treatin' you sh!tty
If I was lookin' for love
You're the one I'd think of
You're as dear to me as anyone in this city!
Fondly,
Alex
P.S.
I'm really quite sorry
Someone told you the story
Of what I wrote on the walls
Of the ladies' room stalls
It wasn't my moment of glory.
