After all is said and done,
in the quiet of the night,
when I sit alone
and hold my pillow tight,
I think of all the things I've done,
of the friends I've made,
of the loved I've shared
what I gave,
and I think...

Has anyone every loved you more?
Worked so tirelesly to see you happy
and succeed?
Stood by you through
thick and thin...
never doubed, always believed?

So now, I hug my pillow and hold it tight,
and I ask myself why I bothered....
why did I give you so much?
To breathe the same air as you
to see the joy in your eyes,
to hear the life in your voice,
to rejoiced in the fire of your touch...

You are precious, love
and
well, no longer mine, so forgive
me for calling you love...
You were loved.
You were cherished.
And by someone else besides yourself.
But you absolutely shattered the heart
that could...
and will never more.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Chakros, in the year 274 MA.