My Last Letter

Dearest one,
I've written many letters to you this autumn

But I'll never send them

Instead, I'll scatter them like rosepetals

In used books

And in boxes I'll bury beneath the evergreens

Maybe some will be found in a faded, yellowed, old notebook

Decades from now

I want to leave relics of my love

To be uncovered and sipped in by strangers

To indulge their sonder

I put my final letter in a glass bottle

And let the ocean and wind be my helpers

I watched it float away, bobbing aimlessly

In an instant, I could already feel you drift further from me

I left our bubble of safety, though I said I never would

But I know that I don't need it anymore

I'm brave and I'm alive and I'm eager

To plunge into colourful new worlds

My sails are unfurled, and I'm ready for boisterous winds to take me

I want us both to be free

I'll no longer spend my life writing letters to a man

Who will never write back

And anyway

You might already be writing to someone else

And I finally feel like I could accept that

Love,

Brittany S.