I Miss You Letter M

Oh how I mourn thee, letter M. We made many fond memories together. Mastered in mad mischief, marveled in magic, mistook material as meaningful, and majored in magazines.

When you left me, marvelous letter M, you made a mess of what mattered. Do you know how much you’re mentioned in my life? I cannot mistake the many moments of my day I miss you.

I see you every minute. You’re in every mile. You’re the meanwhile thing in my minor existence.

I cannot make money without you, letter M. I cannot rise from minimum wage with a masters degree now that you’re gone.

How I miss thee, letter M. I cannot be a mother without you, can’t enjoy a mystery movie, or even move my mouth.

Meeting a mirror without you is at minimum a miracle.

Letter M, since your leaving, you are my majestic malady. My mountain of misery. My mouse has become a mountain with you gone.

You've made a mockery of my mornings and midnights.

Music and museums which once held meaning might as well be muddy mustaches without you. How long will I maintain myself as this model of moody misery? Not even mass medication can murder my memory of you, letter M, as I am at the malicious mercy of M with every mention, in every medium.

I can't even hide from the mainstream media.

I must meet you again, I’m a mess without you.