Yours Sincerely

I want to write my thoughts, to let them out of my mind, and to get them on to this paper.

I want it to burn,

I want to watch it wither away like a dying flower which has bloomed and fallen,

I wish my concerns would leave like this ash scatters with the wind never to be found again.

I want this to pass, like seasons do.

I want you to remember, I was here for you.

A letter to you.