In the book of me

Yesterday, a ghost of an
old heartbreak came visiting.
I believed that I collected the
remains of my heart, but I
found a missing piece in the
moment I saw him. How could
one word like "Hello" tremble
my soul, and send me back
to that day, four years ago.

A day where I found my heart
beating with the name of love.
Only it was too late, cause his
heart was chained with another
love. I cried him a river, or perhaps
an ocean of endless tears.
The sound of his voice later on,
would lead me to an agonizing
coma, until I become senseless.

He became a state of mind, an
unconscious condition that takes
over me. Some days I miss him,
some days I forget him, but in
certain days I wake up with this
ache. So I write him a poem,
perhaps a song, or even a doodle
in my notes, but somehow he
invaded every chapter in the book of me.