I need to write a dot, not a comma,
To our book, in which I've never been beloved,

But was a memory, a temporary guest,
With little space you gave me in your chest.

Your life goals are only hedonistic,
What made me feel not quite optimistic.

Cannot be a sailor, cannot leave the shore:
You, on my life-boat to face a storm.

My absence won't be hard, won't be a test,
As a new toy will appear on your desk.

This for you, is enough for my replacement,
Since I had zero chance to become your heart’s rudiment!