God, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?
You and me. Together.
I don’t mean to sound desperate. Really, I don’t.
I suppose I just wanted to say…
For everything we had.
Even in this goddamned wasteland
you still gave me that little spark,
that little flicker,
we wouldn’t fade away
like candles flickering feebly in the nighttime.
Do you remember how young we were?
Sprawled out on the backseat
of what used to be a car
while destruction raged and carnage bloomed around us
and all we did
was raise our heads
and count the stars.
We watched as the heavens rained hellfire upon the earth
and we caught the flames in our palms
and whispered secrets to them.
I saw stars mourn the deaths of their sisters
and I saw the fall of God himself.
It was sad,
but with you,
it was so,
I can almost see you.
Like a cloud lingering in the darkness,
like an invisible constellation.
I want to reach out and touch you.
But I can’t.
I was the knife and you the whetstone—
the blade without the stone becomes dull
and the stone without the blade has no purpose.
But I’m okay.
I know you are too.
I don’t even know if you can hear me.
But I just wanted to say—