The Notebook.

That Wednesday evening when sweeping through my bag for your hairband, you found my notebook, the one you were unknown about.
You inquired, questioned and i answered, honestly.

I told you how some thoughts, few quotes, our fights and how it felt everytime we kissed; everything and nothing was written, described and Imagined.

You ordered you wanted to read it and have I ever said no ?
But I guess the notebook interminably wanted to hear the story of our last goodbye; sudden, crooked, not pictured.

You said someday you will meet again, to read what you left, to feel all that one more time before you go.
Go to a place where my voice was inaudible, irrelevant, silent.

I tried destroying it many times, but the hope of you, meeting someday, keeps it breathing.
I wish to see that face of yours someday,
i hope we meet,
will you?

2 thoughts on “The Notebook.

  1. anovicescribe Dec 30, 2018 — 21:27

    Man, come soon. Waiting for you to come and kick your arse. 😁🤣😂

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