It's all my fault,
I didn't help at all,
How could we lose you,
After only year two,
If I'd been there,
And made you feel I cared,
You'd be around,
And there'd be no frown,
Your sudden dismiss,
We solemly remiss,
If only I'd the time,
To do more than rhyme,
There'd be sanity in this cartoonist.
I'd rather pass,
On not seeing this lass,
I know the pain,
You've struggled to detain,
And I could've helped you through it.
Since you left home,
I've been feeling all alone,
But how could I blame you,
Considering I never knew you,
But I always knew you could do it.
As an optimist,
And one who's been missed,
I can relate,
To all your hate,
And pray it to get better.
With a heavy hit,
I don my kilt,
And say leave to Nibelilt.
You will be missed,
No doubt, true this,
But hopefully you'll return.
Maybe.
Good luck, Drawdler. I hope you find your way.