I could write (you) an epistle,
but it’d be no fitting testament to the times we’ve had.
I could immortalise your name in verse, but it still wouldn’t convey to you the depths of my love.
I could wax poetic and whisper to you sweet nothings,
but hardly would it scratch the surface. However, lost in the cacophonic sing-song of these highfalutin words, are these simple words;
“I love you and thanks… for the memories”.
Ps: Inspired by Charlie Puth’s My Gospel #NineTrackMind