They are dressed as if they just went to a funeral.Which they have.But only I know.

They went to mournIn Los Angeles,And are staying at a hotel now.They are probably taking offDresses and ties.

They’re coming home tomorrow.I begged to goBut Mom asked me what funeral I was talking about.

YesterdayI got a letter.It said,

“Dear friend,We miss you.We are coming home soon.The funeral was sad.Wish you could be there.Love,Your friends.”

TodayMy friendsCame back.

While I helped themTake off their coats,One of them asked,“Did you get our letter?”

I felt happyEven though the handwriting on the letterWas mine.