I am going to miss you.
Do not.
Try not
to even think
of this place.
That will be
impossible.
I still have
that scar.
Be strong.
Love everyone.
Yourself, included,
this time.
Our door closed heavy
behind my summer sunsetted steps.
Our hands closed tight
into my summer sunsetted eclipse.
I woke up stark alone,
in my own sheets
and prison blues.
Please, let me go home,
place one more stone and,
relish our scent of you?
A key is removed and pocketed.