You are out of my life but not out of my mind or heart.
Last night, I caught myself reminiscing on one of our lovely, brief conversations.
I made something beautiful today, something I would have loved to share with you.
It’s a pity you couldn’t stay long enough.
My body, mind, and heart
We have all agreed: you are not the one.
But we still linger on the parts of you that you gave.
The parts we once admired.
However scarred we are by you,
you still have a page with us
not one we need to bookmark or reread single day,
but one we’ll skim through,
whenever we feel like it.
