I'm writing this letter to you.
Maybe, you'll read it. Maybe, you won't.
Hello, from here in the deep dark green trees.
Hi, to you in the land of bees.
I can still hear the sound of your voice, the hoarse in your throat as we slowly let each other go.
It seems like yesterday, we met in the snow.
A kiss on the lips, I'll never let go.
I'm sorry for this awkward recount of memory lane, it seems to be all I can recall when I try to remember the bad things.
Here I sit, pen to the paper...trying to decide how I lost her--you.
Every memory falls away like the first kiss, I keep wondering how the hell we came to this.
I'm here, far away enough to forget about you and me.
Love came easy, and left just as quickly.
No more sad story, I'm writing to say...
Today I realized I was going to be okay, I let you go but I was still holding on.
So go, because I'm gone.
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