only i remember
“i wrote our story in tears
so the ink would vanish
before anyone else could read it.
so no one else
could know you
the way i still do
in the silence
when it hurts to breathe.
i folded the pages
and hid them in my ribs —
close enough to feel
but far enough
that even i forget sometimes.
you live there still,
between the pauses of my heartbeat,
in the spaces i leave
when i say i’m fine.
and maybe that’s why
i never told the whole truth —
because some stories
are only meant
to be lived once,
and mourned forever.”