Written during the rawest weeks of separation.
I once knew you.
Or so I thought.
That your words,
Your actions,
Your love,
Were endless.
Foolish, I was.
To not return
The love.
The embrace.
The longing
That I so felt
Yet couldn’t show.
And now, my love,
As strong as it is,
Must remain silent.
Locked,
Hidden in my heart.
In the lines of a book,
Bound by ink and tears.
By pain, regret, and hope
That is all but hope.
A hope that will remain just that—
Hope.
A fuel that keeps my flame lit.
My yearning for tomorrow.
To wake.
To see just another glimpse of you.
Even if you never see me
Or the hope
That fuels me.
Hope.
— November 15, 2025