Maybe we have just reached that point in our story
The part everyone hates
“2 years later”
“8 years later”
“20 years later”
The point where there is nothing to tell
Except pain and loneliness
And who wants to just read that?
The point where we don’t speak,
Our memories will fade as time goes on
I’ll forget how your hair fell when it was wet,
And you’ll forget to tell me happy birthday
Everyone left wondering what happened
Our story always unfinished
Until we meet again,
Whether that’s for one page
Or a thousand