If words could show how much
I miss you, I would have
written a thousand books
that could fill a thousand libraries.
If words can describe
the hurt you caused when you
left me, I will write them all away.
If words had enough power to
erase the pain and the ache,
I would never cease to write.
But even when all I have is
my pen and my paper,
Even when all I could do is write
and die quietly through it all,
I thank you for the memories.
Thank you for another testament.
That when it comes to matters of the heart,
I am still too naive.