May 31
You ask me what you are to me—
but how do I explain
that without you,
the light feels dimmer,
the world quieter,
and I—
less alive?
You are not a chapter.
You are the reason
the story keeps going.
but how do I explain
that without you,
the light feels dimmer,
the world quieter,
and I—
less alive?
You are not a chapter.
You are the reason
the story keeps going.
