It will all fade, it must, I must.
And when I have fought and screamed and hoped,
when I've finally drowned deep in daylight,
then my reluctant goodbyes will sound the depths
and I will count the days and all their quiet deaths.

I miss you, whoever you are
and whoever I thought you to be.
Perhaps all I ever heard were echoes of words
or all I ever saw was a ripple in the water,
but I will miss these even so.

Let go, just let go.