turn the page
My eyes were leaking—though it was hard for one to see.
Inside my heart fell, rattling the inner chambers of my being—although no sound was heard.
One became two years ago—soon, three will be the new.
It’s time to turn the page on what once was and embrace a new character in the narrative.
A stolen heart I already have, and yet we still haven’t met.
I love you, regardless.