I'm sorry I didn't make it up to you that December night.

I couldn't let you go in my mind. I still longed for you.

We never had the chance to recoup. I wouldn't have tried.

The Final Moon lingers low now, but I don't want to go irresolute.

Nor do I want this to end abruptly. But I left it for too long.

The night gleams a steady permeated velvet. But I am not ready

to let go of this. Not yet.

I hope you still remember the times we had together.

It's too late to bring that back. But it was far gone anyway.

And I would have never tried. I was too ashamed

or too arrogant or too compassionate. But I know that

it fell apart for a reason.

I'm not trying to rekindle. It's too late for that now

and too deep for the wounds to heal. The embers died

that December night.

I don't want you to go wondering. I don't want me to go longing.

I will always have regret for us. For what I treated you.

But I never wanted any of this. And If I could I would treat you better.

and I can't let go

of the good times we had together. And the contemplation

of what I could have done right.

Do you see the showers on the horizon?

They're more beautiful than I ever imagined.

The night gleams a vibrant orange. The Moon is coming to rest

in an effervescent blue. Are you enjoying

the cosmic violet skies? Are you ready to see the lights?