8.

To my dearest dumbass:

The clock is ticking, my dear,

My end is ever near,

My next life on the edge

Of that faraway horizon.

The clock is ticking, my dear—

So long ago I lost you,

Time between then and now

Lengthening like a ship

Sailing away from shore.

The ache has never faded,

Only grown worse with time,

Tearing through my chest

With its terrible roots.

My dearest dumbass:

I hope we will meet

Again in the next life—

Maybe, maybe then,

We will truly

Have a chance.

My dearest dumbass:

I love you so.