24 May 2017

You're a book I want so desperately to read again but can't find anywhere. You're the lyrics of a song my memory's long forgotten to keep safe. You're  a patch of soil I've left to erode. I picked so many flowers from you I forgot to save some for love-me-not days. You're a starless sky when the stars in my eyes have nothing to be mirrored by. You're the heavy silence in my room after I've had a good cry; and I know promised I would never wet your pillowcase again but I've been told the soil only comes to life in the rain, so I hope my tears will evaporate with the scent of your absence - I will know you were not a dream. You're a song I've forgotten how to sing; you're a painting I've forgotten how to read; you're a book I can't find anywhere because the pages of our story were never complete...