ending to my story

[xenophobic]

& as the tears fall down in hot tracks and the sobs escape my throat, i know this isn't how it's supposed to be. i think about all the places we've been, all the hours together, think about every kiss that i pressed upon your lips, every caress of your skin. the way your hair feels when i run my hands through it. the way you look when you're on stage playing with the orchestra, the way you always look so good in a tux. i think about your smile and your laugh and everything i love so much about you.

i can't let this go.