Shaq by Andrea Collins / Andrea

I see you crying at the table you are looking at a picture of me. Don’t you see I’m still here. You fear I’m not there right now. I lick your hand but you don’t feel it.
Is there going to be someone new? Please don’t let him make you forget about me. I saw you today at the pet store you were looking at the puppies.
I Heard you named it lucky. Just remember I’m there with you because I’m still there.


With love,
22, Jan 2004
Andrea Collins