Author Information
Cartographer
There isn't enough of you in this world.
You will be reserved, collecting stamps,
and frolicking from boundary to state.
Maybe it's better not to say so, but,
I was falling hard for you, and knew
my share of you had ran its course. So,
I let go before I'd loved you, and yes,
it was probably for the best. I hope
you're doing well, being well, and maybe
loving someone well enough to suffice.
And maybe you'll wonder about me, here
or there, and quietly wish me well, to yourself.
