I had a dream where you were a nurse, giggling as you put little Victoria Secret band-aids around the knife sticking out of my throat.

I have always known you didn't mean to put it there. I know that the scope of our current and future acquaintance is friendly and a fraction of what it used to be.

You keep in touch with me because you want only to keep in touch. You talk to me because you can. You talk to me only when you can.

Our journey is finished. You are done with me.