To…
Dearer one,
There with me throughout the last year, silently. Never pushing..never breaking nor trying in any way to exert your presence. And as I grew, patiently you grew with me. Everybody loved you.
Yet
I neglected you, I did. Gave you little attention in the morning then some again in the evening. How could I.
Slowly..softly……you..became…weaker.
And..I couldn’t bear it any longer and decided to part, with you.
So that’s exactly what I did. It..it wasn’t an…an act of impulse…this is what I want..
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It’s been a while…about 1.5 days now. I hardly regret it. Rather, I know that with this change, this…this difference for a while..I will learn to appreciate all of you.
But for now
I go where you can’t
So as you lie wasted, somewhere dark, damp and ugly…this ray of hope I give you:
That I will wait for your return. I will.
Rest well, dearer one. For the future.
————————————TO MY waist-long HAIR————————————–
(past tense)
bored.somewhat.
