Dear You,

I am so sorry
that we cannot
keep this going.

Our midnight walks
and three a.m.
poetry readings
over the phone

dotted and dashed
with the sounds of
shattering hearts
and overly rational souls
wondering who else
they could be
in the light of day.

I am not
scared of holding
you or of what
others think
at all.

But we stole
your sister's
car keys and
drove to the
border before
we had any idea
what we were
really doing.

Let's not
and say
we did.

Let's put
up walls
when they
look our way

and dance
on stage
with new
costumes

and redesigned
faces like that
Miley Cyrus girl
and her
Hannah Montana
character used to.

Let's not
and say
we did.

Don't let me
lose you again
especially
this way.

I'm so sorry
but we cannot
keep this going.

We cannot be
friends, not
the way
we have
always been.