I miss you. Please come back.
I repent of my lack of attention to you after our morning in the garden last Friday. I realize now that you were working then, and I should have done you the decency of stretching you after we were done.
But I think my family is starting to look at me as an invalid — perhaps an early candidate for a cane or wheelchair. I am walking like I have arthritis in both knees.
Thank you for your constant service to me, hamstrings. Please forgive my ingratitude.