There are so many beautiful people in the world, I know it’s easy to find another. I somehow feel like our connection isn’t over though… we’re just catching our breath. I’ll stand here with you and admire the view. I know I made you important to me and I could just as easily make you unimportant. But I like that you’re important to me. You’ve inspired me endlessly, and I have a few more poems in there. But hopefully not the tragic ones anymore. The sweet, tender, rose-scented ones that glimmer through a faded window only after a rough night of dark surrender.
Maybe. In any case, time will tell.