The Hopelessly Insane

I often think that I will try to tell you how very dear you are, and how I'm watching for you, but the words won't come, tho' the tears will, and I sit down disappointed- yet darling, you know it all- then why do I seek to tell you?  I do not know; in thinking of those I love, my reason is all gone from me, and I fear sometimes that I must make a hospital for the hoplessly insane, and chain me up there such times, so I won't injure you. ~ Emily Dickinson