A Nickel Letter

To a dear little one,

I ought to tell you clear,

Before the end of this letter,

That you and I are very different.

Said hi to you for fun,

Mostly because you were near,

But I thought "I'll forget her",

And off you go; there you went.

Then was the day of the sun,

We sat together to hear,

Thinking "Have I met her?"

Found out you were yesterday in the present.

I prefer when you had none.

Before I did have some fear,

But seeing after was better,

So a connection then was sent.

Thus our conversation begun,

I got to know you as a peer,

And maybe I did upset her,

Though you were fine and it was not my intent.

I kind of wanted to run,

Seeing you were close to one for career,

But I knew I should let her,

Till you told me you were not for their scent.

Eating out was something you spun,

Asking if I had a holiday that will appear,

And while someone kept saying "Get her",

I was not sure what you truly meant.

We both had down times that weighed a ton.

While I want to be there when things are severe,

These times right now are too much pressure,

Even though I wish I could make you content.

I guess now I'm done,

It's nice if you made it to the rear.

The next time I see you, I may get redder,

For all the time together we have spent.