I rip off the tape, from the back of the photo.
I look at you and I together, one more time. Years of you being taped to my wall, unable to escape me. And this time, I wad the tape between my fingers and palm.
I let you go.
Tuck the photo into the album, safe from us both.

I'm ready to move on to all of the night skies that will bring fireworks without us.