Unwritten

We began a story to show our journey
and create memories of where we had been.
And in this story you would find
the beginning, the middle
and the very perfect end.
We would make it last forever
and go on through out the years,
the pen would keep on writing
and the pages keep on turning.

Chapter by chapter we recorded events
and captured the scenery around
which illustrated our book.
We laminated and glossed the paper
so it was indestructible
and protected from all harm.

But all the time my insecurities
were trapped between the lines on every page.
If you read them back with hindsight
they become clearer than the printed font.
Hidden amidst the colourful background
was the darkness of my heart.

The heart which became too black to love,
too distant to try and fix.
All that is left is the book we began
which now would never end.
Because somewhere along the journey
I got off and ran away.....

....and so the end remains unwritten.

Saffie
21

15/1/13