Started with the void, that
wanted to fill, A tug of war,
between our distant souls,
yet close hearts, mourning eyes,
that my towel still remembers,
The hugs, that my shirts remember
for the shades of your's,
as vivid as your eyes. I gazed,
At the skies, and asked,
is this it? A question, she answered,
Yes, It is. Promises kept to us,
stories, that we made, good times
we spent, memories we made,
A tough story, we lived,
encased within my diary,
locked with emotions,
stacked in a closet, for a
new train to be ridden,
and the diary, meant to
never be opened again...