Neal

but i loved you
at your
darkest.

the tides
they find me
even in my sleep.

they never fail
to pull
on me

to wrench me
away
from everything.

because i don’t know what i am supposed to do with all of these butterflies.

i am sorry that it has taken me so long.

dearest, i am afraid it is going to be a long time before i speak with my heart again.