Ashlee

You salvaged my baby, and saved my words, but you left before my gratitude could be exposed in the slice of my soul you rightly deserve.
Every moment of connection we had was rooted in the value of art, but alas that was how we parted, without a word of farewell or well-meant glance.
It’s unfortunate at the least- a duller mind would think you loved me, but I know it was mere business. Still, you rescued something dear to me and unknowingly thwarted my troubles and woke me from emotional malaise when I was in your presence. 
It should not have ended this way.
Unconventional things like ours deserve to be written as a tragic epic with a somber self-contained ending, but this is open and heartless and entirely not right for the plane of existence we shared for that sadly sweet short time.
I must make the long walk home, now- through the clouded container where your spirit still stays near the faintness of the one you helped me mourn.
It was a dark time, dear!