My paper is empty,
disappointing me.

Word of ink,
all invisible.
I'm scared to write it down.
Scared that if I do,
I'll feel again.

Feel the pain I
abandoned.

Your name,
tingles at
the tip of my tongue.

I try to roll it down,
but it stays there,
like the spice after the
chilli.

You stay,
reminding me of
us.
Reminding me
of our mistake
of turning you and I
into
US