I’M SORRY, BUT WE ARE A HOARD OF HEAVY HEARTS, A LITTLE LOST, A LITTLE SHAKY— A LITTLE BREAKING. CAN’T YOU SEE IT, ALL THE STARS FALLING FROM THE SKIES, LANDING NOWHERE TO BE SEEN; AND YOU ARE LEAVING AND I AM LONG GONE AND I HAVE NO POETRY LEFT BUT TO SAY
THAT THERE IS NO MAGIC IN THIS ANYMORE.
and i ache for you already and this house is ever so empty without you here