Dear Small

You look quite lovely in scrubs. There's a white coat I could get used to. Been playing with fire? Dangerous business. You do understand why I'm doing this, yes? I'm a little less flappy these days. Prichards used to play with fire, too, you know. I'd hate for you to like it too much. It gets old. Take care of yourself. I wouldn't want you catching flu again. Anna looks quite cross with me. And we had had such a lovely smoothing over the time before. You know I am capable of hearing non-blondes, yes? I think you should check my pulse. 

Have I told you lately, that I love you?

Have I told you, there's an arsonist above you?

Fill my take home bag with pill bottles

Smile and my heart surely throttles

Ease my troubles, that's what you do.

Yours, 

Ashes