Letting you go is like closing a book I never intended to finish,
Not because the book was terrible,
But because I was captured in it,
Putting the book down meant the possibility of losing your place.

I was captured by you,
From your ginger beard,
To your love of guns.

We would sit in the car for hours talking,
We would talk about the people who changed us,
The people who loved us,
And the people who hurt us.

The hardest part about putting down a book is knowing that even if you get the chance to pick it back up it won’t be the same.