I had a dream
In it I held a wooden box of all our keepsakes
I threw them off a cliff into a river
And I saw you
Smiling, balancing on a dock railing
Just like the first one of my birthdays we spent together
And then I watched you fall
And I let you
And I cried
Maybe that means that I’m finally letting you go
xoxo, gussie
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