So today our romance ends. Today we part ways. I’ve taken
your story as far as it can go without you.
Today I lay a single rose where we last met. The one place to
go for birth or death. Where blood and joy take turns in an inevitable cycle, like
the moon and the starts do with the sun.
Today I say farewell to you, but in a whisper, because that’s
what best represents what you once were: a whisper, a dream, a promise.
My secret.
Today the count down we begun but only I finished ends.
So this is good bye … until we meet again.