I'm moving away.
I decided to wrap it all up.
I went to the tower, and of course,
it had been torn down.

That's too perfect.
Of course it would be gone,
just as our names
that were carved into the wood.

I couldn't leave a note.
I didn't even have the choice.
I couldn't finish the sentence
"Don't fall" with "in love".

I broke the axes.
I burned the letter.
I just wasn't expecting the flames
to feel so good.