Letter to Vancouver

Oh, Vancouver; sweet Vancouver.

(You may never know how it pains me to write this.)

By now you've found my note, tucked away under the bridge,

And you've realized I've left you, for another city.

Please don't be mad forever;

I understand it will take time.

You are such a beautiful city,

You - full of mountains and water and friends.

There has always just been something missing,

Something I can't quite catch;

Something I didn't quite understand.

Please don't hate me for loving another.

It isn't you; it's me.

I am sorry.