D e a r l y B e l o v e d

Dearly Beloved,
we are qathered here today to mourn the unmailed letters and the lonely Decembers'z
Dha children ask "Does'z it ever go away?"
they're asking about heartache and you know better than to lie so you answer truthfully and you say "no, it doesnt. it doesnt qo away."
One day you're jumpinqq in puddles'z && dha next thinqq you know 3O years'z have passed and you're tellinqq your kids to walk around them.
Everyone is'z tauqht tew look both ways before crossinqq dha street && tew talk quietly in the library, but no one ever learns anythinqq that matters'z, like how to keep breathing when your heart breaks in half..