I found the journal we used to share
Tucked in a drawer beneath old clothes I never wear
The pages yellowed, the ink has bled
But your words still echo inside my head

A coffee stain on chapter three
Where we dreamed of places we'd never see
I flip through memories worn and thin
And wonder where you might've been

It's strange how time can fold so neat
Till it leads me back to you and me

It's a story lost, but not erased
Faded lines in a familiar place
The chapters stopped, but I still read
Like there's something left you meant for me
It's all dust and quiet, soft and slow
But it's still the truest thing I know

I traced your handwriting with my thumb
Every loop, each word, it still stuns
You wrote "forever" with so much care
But some forevers vanish into air

There's a dried petal from last July
Pressed flat between the words goodbye
I don't remember what I said
But I can still feel what we left unsaid

Now every page feels like a door
To a life that isn't mine anymore

It's a story lost, but not erased
Faded lines in a familiar place
The chapters stopped, but I still read
Like there's something left you meant for me
It's all dust and quiet, soft and slow
But it's still the truest thing I know

I close the book but keep it near
Some stories only disappear
When you stop believing they were real
And I still feel
I still feel

It's a story lost, a thread I keep
Tangled up in the words we couldn't speak
I turn the page, though there's no end
Still hoping one day you'll write again
It's all dust and quiet, soft and slow
But it's still the truest thing I know