I didn't expect to write to you again,
my meager voice is leeching away;
And the memory of me as us,
is diffused by her eyes.

It's true you know, wounds heal in time
and yes, it is fleeting as well.
But I have learned that time is not
some things hold eternal sway.

Do you object to my loving her?
She doesn't even believe that I do.
With little chance she ever will,
its only a comfort to me.

You know I harbor you no ill will,
adrift beyond flesh and space.
Perhaps it's best I lose this voice
lest I draw your spirit to this place.

But if you must visit one more time,
I pray, please go to her?
If you can me give this one thing,
Let her feel the best of me.

Just, let her see me, as you did
right there, near the end.
Maybe she will think of it,
Instead of seeing me as friend.