----- Forwarded Message -----
From: Rob Smith <email@example.com>
To: Rob Smith <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Sent: Tuesday, October 11, 2016 7:39 AM
You hang in space where cold meets warm...
suspended as you wait;
For morning's sun to shine new light
and make you dissipate.
But fog, I resemble you, when morning comes
and sleep meets day,
Cold meets warm within my frame and fog results;
Until I think on your sweet name.
My fog then lifts as You remain...
All is well...all is well