A Letter

A moment too soon:
I've come to talk.
I've come to listen.
I've come completely unprepared.
To think it'd last forever;
foolishness is never rewarded.
You, my dear, have disappeared.
Or have you?
Perhaps the reality of the matter shows that it is really I
who have disappeared
from this world,
from this life,
from you.
Perhaps these words I write,
are not those shared
with you,
but rather a letter,
an awakening,
an end,
a life
for me.