Coop

Let me just say:
It never pleased me more
Than to please you four.
Lump in throat,
Thinking about every note
We bounced off one another.
Dare I say
That I'll never find that again.
But I've got so much stock,
You could call me
A majority shareholder
In the worth of that magic.
Timing and life;
Well, it is what it is.
Maybe I spoiled the fruit
Prematurely. Maybe I killed
The essence before it truly began.
I'm sad but not regretful.
I've got such stuff
As sweet memory at my grasp.
You are all so loved by me.