How does one start a letter about endings? You and I have been through lifetimes together, through hope and tragedy, through madness and boredom. As people come and go in my life, as I have changed cities and climates and jobs and obsessions, you have remained constant. And you always shall. But, as you have seen in the past, there are times when I need to go away, when I need to forget you, so I can come home again. This is one of those times.
I am empty. I am all played out. So, I am courting another. Finally, for once in my life trying to rely on prose as a way to express my affections and confusions, giving sentences a shot at my madness. Please do not take this personally. It’s not you, it’s me. I have found another dying art to serve for a moment, for a month, for a week.
But all these are false promises, you know that right? I could be gone forever. I may not come back. So, go Poetry. Find some young thing who will appreciate your oddities. You have tons of people around who love you. Go, and pretend you never met me. Cuddle up in the scansion of those who truly love you.
I am off. The page calls, the noun and the verb, the predicate drama of the paragraph in all its glory. I wish you well. I know you are bound for endless great things. And, I know I will see you again, in pages and magazines, on the corners of street carnivals, dressed up at high collared parties. It seems you are everywhere these days. Have fun and know you have meant more than the world to me.
with Love,
T.P.G.
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