first love

"and if a writer falls in love with you, you can never die"

dear you,

imy.

before i knew it, you disappeared into thin air; but even after you were gone, you were still my muse. and what terrified me the most was that there's still a lifetime left - after you.

so i carved you into poetry you'll never read. i believed if i wrote enough poems, you would return. i tried keeping you alive in that sense.

thank you. you were a good chapter; no matter how much destruction you've brought me when you left.

from, 🌊