I remember a period of time when I could think about you
and a smile would spread across my face
You were a serendipity
I did not expect someone like you to
waltz into my life
But you came
You were so shy and quiet
As was I
But we could talk about anything
and everything
I was an open book in your hands
I covered my scars
with bandaids
I pulled back the covers
I stepped out of the walls I had built around myself
and I let myself shine for you
I was a piece of paper
and you were the pen
I was a blank canvas
and you were the artist

But those times have long since passed
You left me without so much as a whisper
Although you were a part of my life for a short while
your presence left an imprint on my soul
The paper and pen ummoving, unchanging
Our story unwritten
and unfinished

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