I read our conversations,
Like chapters of a book,
Randomly opening up to any page,
Continuing until I find another theory,
A new something about you and me,
That I had forgotten in all the chaos.
And stopping until it physically hurts,
The realization that it was all good one day,
Until you thought it was enough,
To decide that your character needs to go as abruptly as possible,
Leaving all the conversations and the story,
Unsaid, unwritten and unknown,
To even me;
The other character of the same book,
Now in the story,
Without your chapters ahead.