Hidden within eight letters,
A history of pain, rejection and disappointment,
And an overt message of joy and appreciation,
And a tacit hope, a prospective optimism and an absolution of self,
Three sounds combined,
Deliver all of this in a commonly understood sentence,
Quietly, simply implying more,
Between two people,
Than any text can convey,
To any remote audience.
The perfect distillation,
A momentarily forgotten yesterday,
A beautiful now,
And the prospect that what was once poison,
Can also be panacea.