Someone's story just ended in
page fifty-three
The pen fell and no one can pick it up to
start again
The last goodbye is an unfinished line in
chapter eight
Phantom words will be this story's only
friend
"Hello" is now forgotten where the ink bleeds
"the end"
Nobody knows when their acknowledgements go next…

Somewhere along the line, you changed.
You built walls all around you
and wore armor against the world,
You guarded your heart so well you could behave as though you didn't have one at all,
Even now, it's a shabby broken thing
but you still have it.
Not a heart of stone nor of ice,
But a fragile heart of glass
Sharpened through all its edges to stop anyone from getting in,
To stop the pain from getting out,

I understand why you wear armour,
That's why I wear it too.

He's gone but he's everywhere.
In the passenger seat, in my bedroom walls, in the music sheet strewn over the floor and in the songs he wrote; he's in my favorite books and in the ****** films over the DVD player; He's in our whispered secrets and Post-It notes, that from now on will be only mine to own. He's in my sunny days and stormy nights, in 3 am phone calls and throaty laughs. He's in pointless conversations I couldn't seem to ignore and now in the silence that fills my house every time I come home.
He's in my dreams and in the way I used to smile.
But most of all, he's in my heart, and I can't say goodbye.