Letter of Adieu

I have always thought it wise, to keep on my personage, a letter of parting in case a close relation should suddenly prove himself ill fitting. Here is a letter I have kept as my constant pocket companion, in hopes of avoiding all the theatrics of a breakup. Please excuse the dramatics of its content.

My dearest,

As I write, my spirit withers to the ground like a  fallen leaf sinking into the sorrowful depths of our parting. My tears fall for you, my love, like droplets of scarlet wine from the bottle of shattered memories and fleeting yesterdays. Your affections were soft and your words perfumed. But even these cannot outlast the coming days of strife, since all good things must ensuingly meet their end. For does the day not slip into night? Even still, does not the dawn succumb to the will of the dusk? And so we must part my sweet, like men of old who once held matters of the heart dear in youth, but woke to find their bodies weary and minds avast. Let not the love we share die with us, but boast its immortality in this ode to affectation. Love me not in turn as I have ceased to love. And if our fates meet, we shall not refrain from tender embrace. But until then, let us depart from this place no more as lovers, but strangers. 

By Curly Cue 7/3/12