(this isn’t a real person or scenario i experienced, just wanted to keep the “dear” letter poems going)

dear ******,

we sent our paper boats to sea that day,

clueless of the fact our lives would change—

at least, i was.

as you made your delicious recipe of strawberry lemonade,

how i loved the scent of the citrusy lemons,

you said you had to tell me something.

i asked what it was,

and with tears in your eyes,

you said you were going to be far away.

i asked what you meant.

you said you were moving.

and then i saw the resemblance of the paper boats—

sailing to a new shore,

by yourself, ironically,

when i wished you would stay.

without words, only a hug, i said goodbye to you.

you and my heart left that day.

your friendsick heart of mine,

chiyo.