Where Emails Go To Die

I wrote you an email. Then I erased it.
You can forget me. But, the girls wont let you.
I tease you only to reseal you.
They come in, then out- and growing up is quick when you don't have the time to notice.
I like long weekends and wonderland.
I like the smell of suntan lotion.
I see your look and its not amusing.
I wrote it all, but then I erased it.
But, I believe that you know better.
Maybe even, it all.
Long weekends are for family.