To Whom It May Concern, (Final) and Quiet Hallucination
Dear you:
We were friends once. Not just friends, best friends. We talked often, but we were never very good at communicating.
Dear you:
We would compete in everything. I couldn't keep up. Now it's you being left in the dust.
Dear you:
We used to sing and play and laugh. Do you still? I do.
Dear you:
Do you remember the days we used to spend, cool and calm and lazy in the hottest parts of summer? ...Me neither.
Dear you:
We were friends once. I miss you--
Dear you:
I am slowly disappearing. Can you tell? Soon I will be nothing but a pile of ashes and dust, just like they said I'd be.
Dear you:
Soon, I will be gone. I'll be taking my things with me: my thoughts, my music, my faith, my early morning breakfasts, and my love. What will you do then?
Dear you:
You were so unfair. But in the years that passed since we've gone our separate ways, I've learned that life is never fair.
Dear you:
I wanted you to love me. I only pushed you further.
Dear you:
Nevermind.
She is like a quiet hallucination
That clings to your days
To your nights
A hallucination
That clings to your thoughts
Your dreams
Your hopes
Your fears
Quietly
She stands right behind you
She hangs quietly in your arms
She clings to every breath
Every twitch of your fingers
Every blink of your eyes
She is like a quiet hallucination
Almost there
But not quite.