Omitted

Omitted


...our love story is recorded
in the appendices
of your life's log book.

...our passion, forgotten
in a brief footnote
written by hand.

...our memories, like words,
scattered here and there,
without sense or sentences.

Every page marked
with our intimate moments,
is torn and blown away
by the wind of oblivion.

...my name never adorned the title
of any chapter.
...my scent is now evaporated.

You managed to turn the page,
but I still linger
on your most beloved phrase:

"I adore you."






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