For the past month, I've thought of you everyday. In one way or another, I've thought of you. And even now, against every repression, your apparition seems all the more welcome.
Like bleeding ink to wet paper, you devour me; you plunge me into darkness. To no one can I share, to no thing can I remove. All alone to my own devices am I left to resist you.
I'll recall that light does exist in you. Our whirlwind of resplendence is a reverie I once chose to enjoy. (A misery I again choose to enjoy.) One I'd never take back.
I once wrote a poem, inviting you to press your name in permanent black Sharpie onto my heart... I think you actually did that...
I just need to move on. I don't have room for you. I don't have time- I need to move on from you. I need rescue. Devastation is crushing me and I'm reaching.
I'll forever miss your soul, our hearts that at once blend. I'm grateful for your excellence, I'm speechless in the end, I'll press forward against the calefaction, on into the dark, The gloom replaced with scintillant, like a tunnel.
Thank you for this adventure. A chapter closes. I pen the new.