The Pony Express

I am so sorry
Take off your hat take a seat now
Put a pen to paper and write
Put on a stamp
Put an a lick
The letter will send itself
Write on the line
Right on time
The pony express is clockwork
I wish the rose that I gave you
Was still taped to the window
And the ponies played fiddles that weighed down their backs
Whispering I am so sorry
Just a few more errands to do
Last in line in the letter it is
Put in a coat
Put on a rack
And then forgotten
Left at a friend’s
And he’d let you in
But you haven’t spoken in weeks