It was unexpected
I never thought that this will happen to me
That I would have my own story to tell
I didn't have a title
I didn't even have an author to my own name
No prologue
Or epilogue
I knew I was alone
And I became immune to it

I
Was an empty journal
With no words inside the bindings that held it together

Then the realization
That I dwell on
I cannot make change

But I can encourage change
I can squeeze your hand as tight as you want me to
Because I owe you

Because you became my prologue
You reminded me that my story started a long time ago