Letter 57

Dear you,

I have given all of my strength to you

To us

And there is nothing wrong with that

Except

I no longer have the strength to carry

All the weight of me

I’ve given up on the idea of ever

Having another child

Hey Jude

My saint of lost causes

I have compromised until I’ve bent

In half

Nearly broken

My fear if I stay

Is that you’ll call me all the names

But wife will never be one of them.

Love, me