Stories being kept,
Moments treasured buried under.
Chapters now filled with sadness,
Pages are torned into pieces.

Paragraphs formed by incomplete sentences,
No, I realized it was me. Just phrases.
Letters that had been my bridge are now missing its ropes of ink.

Maybe this is the true result of life.
Being forgotten as time goes by.
Maybe for the last time, no more breathing and hoping.
I'll just leave myself at rest waiting to be at peace.