Something dead.
That's what I said to the ripples.
My hand still hurts from clenching the cold steel jewelry flung grimly into the vast empty blue.
The three of you will always be a part of me.
Even though none of us want that.
But your remnants... your last physical remains
-crusted onto me- are falling to the bottom.
No more calls. No more letters. No more poems.
My past is dead. And for once I won't miss it.
Some things last a life time...
your love was supposed to. It didn't.
And I hear soft piano music in my heart...
as the glittering mementos fade... fall...
dissapear.
Goodbye.
