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I stayed behind
to place the period you never left.

I’ll leave it here—
with a lyric that says it better than I ever could.

May you be well, and so may I.

Even if we can’t meet
at the end of the same line,
may you still feel
something simple, something soft.

I hope you hear it,
even if fate never lets it touch you.

May you find
that first draft of the love letter.
The map that leads
to the waterfall only we knew.

No one else may ever find it.
But you know.
And so do I.