I Loved You
Dear You,
If this is the end—
Know this:
I loved you gently.
I never tried to break you open.
I only ever wanted you to bloom.
And if you ever find these words,
years from now,
I hope you smile.
Not out of guilt.
Not out of ache.
But because
you knew you were loved.
And that it never went away.
Not even once.
—Castor