The Not-A-Good-Bye Note

Wrote this one after work on a fairly typical uninteresting day:

The Not-A-Good-Bye Note

Hey,
It's me,  

Just writing to tell you 

She's going away.

But she'll be okay.

She's doing quite well.

I wish I could tell,

When she saw me,

She laughed.

She asked if you'd sail her 

Away on a raft.

She told me to tell you,

She's ready to go.

Ready for the next adventure,

Ya know?

She told me not 

To tell you goodbye,

Because secretly,

She doesn't want to die.

She's a bit nervous,

To tell you the truth.

Like a child waiting 

In the ticket booth.

Waiting for the next 

Wild ride,

For her Daddy to be there,

By her side.

She told me to tell you,

That it's been fun.

There's not an adventure 

She wouldn't have done.

(Emi's not dying.  Jsyk). 
A friend of mine described my death to me once in a game of Mafia.  Someone was about to be shot, so I jumped in front of the gun, taking the bullet, cried out a dramatic Shakespeare silique and died.
I've never been more satisfied with an imaginary death.  I wish I could plan it out like a game of Mafia.

I created another paper thanksgiving chain.  For about 3 months I wrote on little slips of black paper everything that has made my life fantastic.  I created 345 links last I counted.  Every time I thought I couldn't come up with anything else, I found something else.  345 links later, I still remember things I forgot to write.

Just this year has been a heck of a ride.  Thanks for the adventure's my friends!