Notebook

You and I –
we’ve been through
the scenic route of life,

only it was a lie –
gravel and blood intermixed
with flowers and pearls.

Through each chapter
of the never-ending journey,
you’ve walked with me –

a thin dark-haired girl
locking her heart
in your ink-stained pages

because she had nowhere else.
The clock wound forward
and when no more words could fit,

I was a taller slender dark-haired girl,
a little more found but still lost,
rereading your pages

smiling at the old me
and grieving for fading memories.

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