by Sean Sy (Class 2023)

my dear,

i’m afraid i’m going to forget you

quite soon, but not quite yet-

before i go, allow me to bid you farewell-

as the strings attached between the very tips of our fingertips loosen their bind,

and the fibers that weave my name into the cracks beneath your smile fade away,

let go,

please,

but as i depart,

grace me once more with the warm whimsy of your embrace,

and grant me the pleasure of drowning into dull repetition-

as a parting note:

my dear,

you would likely disagree,

but i am of the opinion that the hushed vermilions

tucked underneath the contour of your cheeks are quite beautiful

and i believe that the bitters 

that’ve bitten into the cracks beneath your smile aren’t as dark as you think

and, my dear, i will miss every bit of warmth and whimsy we shared through hands held to the very tips of our fingertips

–

my dear,

i’m sorry

i’m afraid i’m going to forget you

not quite yet, but quite soon-

before i go, allow me to bid you farewell-

yes, dear,

i am here to say goodbye.