A book without a cover,
No pages and no ink,
That I alone discover
Each time I deign to think
Each line a shared adventure,
Each word a tender kiss,
Each chapter I remember
Reminds me how I miss
The things you never said to me,
Our ending incomplete,
So perfect in my memory,
My love, you can't compete.
First published 20th Sept 2014, 18:35 AEST