I have written so much poetry about you
that you will forever be living,
among the pages of my notebooks,
with the greatest loves
and sorrows of my life.
And it's funny,
in the way that it isn't funny at all,
that you are both.
I'll never regret the time I spent
falling in love with you,
loving you,
being loved by you.
Knowing how it ends,
I'd do it all over again.
For one more minute
trapped in your gaze,
for a flash of your knowing smile,
I would do it all again.
So now I fill my pages
with future plans we made,
ones I've had to let go of.
I fill my pages
with memories that I tightly hold on to.
I fill my pages
with our story so that it will never die.
My pages overflow
with love
whose name gets read as loss.
And among them you will live forever.
Nov 18, 2023
Nov 18, 2023 at 8:39 PM UTC
I have written so much poetry about you
that you will forever be living,
among the pages of my notebooks,
with the greatest loves
and sorrows of my life.
And it's funny,
in the way that it isn't funny at all,
that you are both.
I'll never regret the time I spent
falling in love with you,
loving you,
being loved by you.
Knowing how it ends,
I'd do it all over again.
For one more minute
trapped in your gaze,
for a flash of your knowing smile,
I would do it all again.
So now I fill my pages
with future plans we made,
ones I've had to let go of.
I fill my pages
with memories that I tightly hold on to.
I fill my pages
with our story so that it will never die.
My pages overflow
with love
whose name gets read as loss.
And among them you will live forever.
Writing my way through loss ♡
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