I know you won’t see this letter

because you’re off somewhere trying to get better…

I hope you know you haven’t faded behind your demons’

shadows and that someone unconditionally loves you.

I heard our song today,

and was stung by jagged memories poisoned with nostalgia,

I could taste your name in the corner of my cracked lips

and the spaces between my fingers have eroded

down to valleys kissed by droughts—

Thirsty for your ghostlike touch.

I’m still drifting away into the unknown space—

And all the whiskey and cigarettes can’t fill your place,

Instead, I see your stunning face in clouds of smoke

floating away with every breath—I’m not so sure

I have those many left.

You are the masterpiece of life’s fucked up puzzle

and I must admit, I’ve never met

anyone who could make dying look so beautiful.