because the hardest goodbyes
are the ones that we never had
the ones that ended
before the story was over.

when the rest of the pages turned blank
and i flicked through the book
desperately looking for the rest of the story
and finding nothing but blank pages

I turn back to the first chapter
re read it
the words you wrote
and I know
that I had it was never going to end
that the pages were blank all along
that the promises were empty words
and that you would leave without telling me why

leaving me wondering
what I'd done wrong.

and I push you away
as I attempt to fill the space with
meaningless touches,
empty words
cigarette smoke
and glasses of wine.