I am on page 123.
of the story of our lives
fingers linger on the pages
stuck
glued to something
an unimaginable conundrum
at a cross roads of where I left you last
last place you envisioned us
almost free
just turn the page
beautiful aren't we?
even in our destruction
smell of fires never ceasing to take me away
to the only place I felt safe
just turn the page please
when you made the very concept of a dream void
one place that we would escape together.
yet I yearn to learn what happens next
like any story
we just cant keep rereading the same chapter
despite how enthralling it plays
how much I want to replay your face
as if I could ever forget your face
just turn the ******* page
one last time.