5/4/26 - Dear

To Cecilia

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Our youthful year spent
sailing together,
the sea so turbulent;
we never spooked.

How beautiful, twisted
our hope for the future
not ever concerning us the
truth

I never wasted one tear
no matter the quantity they fell, from
True pain in my heart
for only I knew what was to come

But as a fool I fell
just for a moment,
pretending
maybe,
Dear,
time would not be so cruel.

Time knows no love.

What I made my everything,
what was undoubtedly yours,
had to go away as the minutes in an hour.

So I stood there,
at your door, to say
Goodbye,
Dear.

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But it wasn't goodbye, was it?
Grief took the best of me and I came back.
I tried to make it work, I really tried.
I failed to realize, however, what is done is done.
Destiny runs its course, unmistaken.
So, wanting the best for you,
I let go and watched you push me away.
I thought maybe, this way,
You'd let it run its course.

Yet you held onto that false hope that
maybe,
I'd call you
dear
once again.

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So I hope,
with real sincerity,
that you keep what I gave you,
and move on;
knowing,
no matter how much
you try to sour
my friends,
my happiness,
my will,
that I still care.
enough to no longer call you my
dear.