A poetic response to correspondence:
Dear friend,

All the things we did made me
Unexpectedly feel great glee.
Rose-flavored days,
On glass: ornate stains,
Ridiculous sayings,
Amazing.

Thank you for fantastic days.
And our time together was not enough -
Years wouldn’t even be enough.
Lyrics can’t express how you amaze;
Everything was just so great!
Reading the reads,
Eating the treats,
All the times you smiled at me
Left me in a state of happy. (And there’s a hidden message
It’s lacking meaning except to you [and maybe a few of our favorite friends]).
Sincerely — Tommy.

Postscript:
This poem wasn’t about you as much as about me,
So I’ll probably write something a little less self-centered
And hide it in my closet.