The year we cried out for friends and strangers. You: collared and weeping. Our eyes gone red and wet; living amidst loose ends and days of knowing that
we’ve seen our time; places soon to be removed here in a world that hurtles blind. I’ve seen for real: your grief animal and I know for sure you’ve fought it off as
best you can but your head’s been sore for too long. I saw the way you gripped your frightened heart and shook with all you never told. I saw you lose yourself
for days on end in something you could not control. Don’t wait too long to learn that howling at the moon has only heart your throat. For all your treading water you
only drowned in trying to stay afloat. Goodbye, Mange. I hope you find what you’re looking for on your way through the world.