Goodbye, Daughters of the Revolution

It came in an essay:

I wish not to harm you, I wish not to kill you. But you're starting to lose interest, and so am I. We are fading away, and what I thought I'd not lose, I'm starting to lose. How frail life is, specially when we make it frail.

You are there. I'm not with you.

Goodbye, daughters of the revolution.

(Title taken from The Black Crowes' Warpaint song Goodbye Daughters of the Revolution)