The Book

Written in a book

Titled as "our story"

Us as the author

Unpublished, since long

Scratched by different pen and ink

Different colors, different fonts

Section breaks, page-turning

Page numbered to infinity; I thought

Finally the book needs to be finished

Last chapter, the ending

I still write the story, though

Alone

Section breaks are now very vain

Dates counted, pages outnumbered

No more pictures

Tear drops stained on every pages

Everything still linger in my heart

And my mind

I have tried to erase the memories

But isn't it useless?

They were too beautiful

If the bad ones stay forever,

Nothing can change the beautiful stories.

Simply,

I love you as you are, and were.