ah, how i have missed you.
the words come to me slowly. i have been out of practice.
these fingers: they move more quickly than before, but clumsily. i do not remember you as i once did.
this is our last hurrah.
soon it will be the last time.
i have fallen for another.
three years we have known each other.
you have brought songs out of me, poetry. stories.
of discomfort. soreness.
the tale is complete.
and now your turn has come.
discarded onto a heap of electronic garbage, perhaps.
pulled apart by the deft fingers of the impoverished,
experts at discovering hidden value.
exploited for needing and knowing so little.
or handed down to one more needy, also lacking,
though more privileged in many ways.
distant cousin, learning you in a ghanaian village.
you are magic.
but your sparkle has dissipated.
it is time to move on.
but for now
to tell the story of a closing chapter.
of romance that bloomed only to disappear sharply into a void of 'once-was'.
i am grateful.
of misery that tugged and pulled at itself until it discovered the hard seed of self-fulfillment.
my eyes have been opened.
of friendships, both quick and long-lasting.
i will cherish them. all of them.
of that which is new and will continue to reveal itself.
i will explore.
i have explored.
there is much to offer, and you have shown me this.
at once a tool and confidante,
you have served me well.
i bid you adieu.