I wasn't prepared for this familiar feeling
I was always so certain
Always so sure
That I have left no more blank page in our book
That I have closed for almost two years now
And yet
This isolation is trying to rekindle what's lost
You said you are happy now
With her
And I said I was happy
For you
And yet
This familiar feeling has kept my mind awake
It's 2am now
I just want some sleep
I just want some rest
I just want some solace
I just want some
of you
Yet
I know it is wrong to long for you
Because then I will need more blank pages to write
I will need to open the book
But I can't because I am writing yet another love story
With yet another protagonist
There's no room for another persona
There SHOULD be no room for you
And yet
I have slipped a torn page from our story
Between the pages of this new book.
I should have thrown it away
Like all the memoirs of you
And yet
I still wasn't prepared for this familiar feeling of
Longing.