Dear Mo

Dear Mo,

If only I didn’t have to write this letter

Or say these words

Life would look a lot sweeter

It would taste like the ripest mango we’ve ever shared

Yet here I am

Here we are

Amidst the inevitable

Both knowing it was coming but

Having no ability to cope with the change

I’m leaving

If I didn’t have to you know I would

Stay tucked by your side

Fighting your battles

Crying your tears

Rubbing your back til 

The pain disappears

But as much as that life would bring me great joy

It wouldn’t be my life

And as much as you would love having me close

You would know my heart lies on the West Coast

So breathe.

Let’s take a moment to take this moment

In

Bask in the summer warmth your friendship brings to my winterized life

Your smiles thawing my frigid disposition

Your laughter melting my icy emotions

If summer was what we did best, let’s make this last one count

-H