short note to the shrink

i send a note to my former
therapist.
a short note telling her i'm
still alive.
i hope she is too.
one never knows in the psych
business.
i want to tell her
about coming out the other side,
to thank her for
the insight
and inspiration
she gave me in taking
back my
own life.

i could go on and on and
tell her to update
the magazines in her waiting
room, maybe put a water
fountain in or
a coke machine. a few bowls
of nuts out
for snacking while waiting
for the next session
to begin. but i don't. i just
leave it at hey, everything
is fine.
no offense, but
thanks. hope not to see you
ever again. saying a prayer
that there is no next time.