Tonight I’ll sit down and write you a letter,
And while I do I will play a sad song,
over and over again,
Even as i pound away relentlessly at the keyboard my eyes will glisten,
with a dozen un-wept tears
I will write to you as if my life depends on it,
And if you hold this letter tight when you read it,
I hope it bleeds the essence of my soul.
May you journey into the crevices of my mind,
hidden from all in the world but you.
And so we will mend this. This us.
I seek not to be a relic of your past,
but a reminder that all things must break before they heal.
A gentle nudge in the right direction, a whispered hope, a friend for the long journey ahead.