Dear T: I started writing a new poem for you recently. I'm stuck after the first 2 lines with this huge lump in my throat every time I go back to it and try to write more. I think when I have finished this poem I will have said goodbye to you. I don't know if I will share it or not. With this most recent bit of work I did that I shared via email, I am feeling a sense of serene finality to our work together that I've never felt before. Even though it comes with a certain sadness, because I will miss talking with you for sure, it feels... right... this time.