It's hard to say,
but I bid you farewell.
My love has crystallized around a heart meant only for you,
and as I sit with my ink scratching on the flesh of fallen trees,
my thoughts drift to you;
to your eyes,
piercing straight through me...
you're silky hair falling over your shoulder onto mine.
I remember the sound of your lullaby.
Even when the music is gone,
and the ring on my finger replicates a false bondage,
I will remember that lullaby.
Even when I lay next to you six feet deep into the soft earth,
I will remember that lullaby.
Even though this letter is all I have to give to you,
I will remember.
Even if I must witness the light in my eyes disappearing with yours,
I will remember.
For our hearts found each other,
and the vines growing from our souls connect the enchantment of love,
and through this tear-streaked ink,
I pour my love from the heart shaped vase of the broken one.
I will remember.
For the times we spent with our arms wrapped around shoulders,
breathing each other,
I will remember.
For I love you;
and I always will...
so for you,
and for me,
I will remember.
