“Dear you, the sky feels softer now, Since your name first found my mouth.” “I wrote this on the windowpane, The night we kissed beneath the rain.” “Your laugh still stays in my hands, I hope this letter understands.”* “You trace the corners of my mind, Each word a thread I try to find.” “I carry every page you send, Like promises I can’t defend.” “I fold them slow, but read them fast — Like they might bring you back.” There’s ink between us, fading lines, Some love was made for better times. We wrote forever, stroke by stroke, But some goodbyes aren’t ever spoke. You were my always, now you’re just… The letters turning into dust. “I still write you every day, Though I don’t know what I should say.” “You changed, or maybe I stood still, But I would love you even still.” “This paper smells like who we were — Before the silence grew louder than words.” “I burned the first note that you gave, But never threw away the flame.” “I tried to hate you, couldn’t start, The ink kept bleeding through my heart.” “You were the fire, I was the pen, Writing us out again and again…” There’s ink between us, ghosts of light, Some truths we wrote too late at night. We never said it’s really done — But love can end without a gun. You were my always, now you’re just… A name I whisper in the dust. “Dear you… I loved you… still do… goodbye.”
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