Before the river takes our love and carries it out to sea, I wanted to thank you for loving someone as broken as me. I know it wasn’t easy; I know it wore you down. Before the cities burn to ashes and the sky rains tears, I wanted to say I’m sorry for all these wasted years. Before our bones are no more our bones and our lips are no longer our lips, I hope you take a lover who sails a different ship. May your nights become less brutal and your mornings a little kinder; May your heart find warmth with someone older and a little wiser.
