Oh, my good friend, I didn’t mean to leave.
It wasn’t your fault, so no longer grieve!
If I could, I would run back to your side.
But, alas, a lack of legs slows my stride.
It’s been over a year since I’ve last seen
Your serious face and Chartwell’s cuisine.
Often I think this is for the better
\‘Til I shed tears as I read your letter.
Fake tears, that is, for I also lack eyes.
In fact, let me unveil my disguise:
I’m an object lacking animation,
Given life through personification.
What words can I say to help you move on
And accept the fact that I am now gone?
Know that I too will miss your sweet lovin’
For I’ll always be your chocolate muffin.