Countenance In A Coffin

Sit in the park where we met and write me a final letter with paper and pen like perhaps our grandparents did. As I wait in the airport to depart, I'll desperately reread it slowly taking in every word like breaking secret code. I've shed tears in cafes, I've wept in bookstores, I've been inconsolable in grocery lines when I've had you on my mind. I won't ask you again to marry me but I can't pretend to be your friend. Yes or no? can these feelings for you continue to linger? I have no way of understanding how long this can last or if even your countenance in a coffin could remove it.