This is the letter:

Around the corner
I have a friend,
In this great city
that has no end,
Yet the days go by
and weeks rush on,
And before I know
it, a year is gone.
And I never see
my old friends face,
For life is a
swift and terrible race,
She knows I like her
just as well,
As in the days
when I rang her bell.
And she rang mine if,
we were younger then,
And now we are
busy, tired women.
Tired of playing
a foolish game,
Tired of trying to
make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say
"I will call on Cher"
"Just to show that
I'm thinking of her."
But tomorrow comes
and tomorrow goes,
And distance between
us grows and grows.
Around the corner!-
yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram
mdam "Cher died today."
And that's what we
get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner,
a vanished friend.