The book

I can’t move, I’m still drowning in questions,

My memories — like graffiti on walls left unspoken.

I don’t know where to go, every step falls apart,

The eternal pen stays silent — won’t stitch up our art.

I turn the pages as if time wants to pass me by,

I read your letters where the meanings die.

You wrote a moment I’ll never rewrite,

On every page — only your name in sight.

This is the chapter I return to even at night,

My whispers walking beside your face in the quiet.

I hold your words like dawn locked inside my hand,

Though in your eyes there’s no light from the way it once began.

The cipher of our feelings — my heart broke the code,

Do you remember how the summer sun warmed our souls?

At last our truth became a scroll of lies,

Faded before the reckoning of loss could rise.

I wish I could write your name again from the start,

But with every letter my hand shakes — false words leave scars.

Every stroke weighs heavy like promises hollow and thin,

Once they carried light — now they carry only fear within.

On every page that time itself has written through,

You and only you — like a flame that never knew its cue.

This chapter echoes back in every thought I face,

My scream — my scream — only you, still in this silence.

I can’t find the ending of this story we became,

I return to where we lost every truth, every name.

To the image of your eyes that once looked without fear,

To the touch I preserved in my diary, kept near.

An ending no one will ever read,

I return to where love was still able to breathe.

To a gaze that believed we would withstand,

To a chapter we’ll never dare to name or brand.

All the pages fate dealt us like cards from its hand,

You — the only word, a sign that time can’t erase or command.

These are the verses I’ll repeat till my breath is gone,

My scream — my whisper — and still you inside the dream I’m on.

I return to where you were wholly mine,

To the beginning that was cruelly taken from our time.