My paper is empty,
disappointing me.
Word of ink,
all invisible.
I'm scared to write it down.
Scared that if I do,
I'll feel again.
Feel the pain I
abandoned.
Your name,
tingles at
the tip of my tongue.
I try to roll it down,
but it stays there,
like the spice after the
chilli.
You stay,
reminding me of
us.
Reminding me
of our mistake
of turning you and I
into
US
To pen this down my hands shook, begging to hold yours//