Farewell

My story began with the first letter of the alphabet
A little, just a little bitter, filled with sorrow.
My dearest, whom I could never cherish,
I am sending you off from my springs, from a snowflake
I tried not to let us stay only in poems,
Yet an ocean flowed through my nights,
And so, every night, I lost my source of life.
With a song in my ears, I pulled my hands from my pockets,
Wishing the cold wouldn’t be the only thing that mattered.
Now, I try to forget, though I know nothing can take your place
My fears, my worries—at least these,
I no longer think of them,
I leave them behind along the way.
Farewell,

My sunset, my moonrise.