If you’re reading this,
then I was brave enough to go,
and unlucky enough not to return—
but never careless with my love.
If there are questions,
don’t let them grow teeth.
Some endings are just wind and chance,
not meaning, not punishment,
not a failure of love.
Take whatever I gave you
and use it well.
Turn it into patience,
into stories,
into a softer place for others to land.
When you miss me,
talk out loud.
I won’t answer,
but I like the sound of you existing.
And if there’s a moment—
a small, good one—
that you almost feel guilty enjoying,
please don’t.
That’s the part of me
that made it home.
I loved you.
I still do.
Nothing about distance
has ever been strong enough
to change that.