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Today, I leave a blank page…46 empty lines.







It’s to be filled by you,

For your dreams,

      Your appetites,

      Your desires.



It will be here for,

     Your heartaches,

     Your triumphs,

     Your joys.



Please, fill in the blanks.





This blank page IS…

     My life with you,

     And after you,

     For all the in between,

    And the questions left needing answers.



It is empty,

    For all the dreams you fed me, that were not real.

    For all the pain I cannot express,

         and if I tried…

    I could not confine it to just one page.



It is empty,

    Because tears awash into my vision,

    When I think about wishing the best for you…

         How lonely your life must be.

         How utterly helpless you must feel…

              Thinking the love you have is love,

                   Then watch it slip through your fingers.



I hurt for you,

I cry for you,

I still…love…you.



BUT I’M NOT IN-LOVE WITH YOU.



This blank page is for your future,

    Your album—your decision…conquests or prospects…

     Finding lesson’s with each.

This blank sheet…remains…we never finished.



WE NEVER GOT CLOSURE.



Blank sheets are reminders…

    Of what I can’t say,

    Of the fact there’s too much to say,

    Of the fact that there is more raw emotion than I can find words,

    Of the fact that…it just is…there.



Potential and Possibility.



Take your sheet,

Do as you wish,

Use it if you like…just for you.

Share your thoughts with someone if you need.

Crumple it up,

Toss it astray,

Fold it like an airplane, if you wish,

    And throw it away.