There's really nothing left to say
I wanted to fill every page with you
But you left before I could finish a paragraph
I spent years
Trying to finish the story
With you in every aspect
But I'm turning over the page
This love
Or whatever it was that we had
Is not a semicolon
There is nothing left to be written about you

I've found a new reason
To fill up the pages
Even if it's only
For a few chapters