you, again

 

Yes,

Here I am again

Writing about you 

The only person who

Moves my fingers

As it reaches the pen

And thoughts of you—

Of us

Flow at the tip

Smoothly at the very start

Of the pen's ink

Conversations

Intimate and deep

The raw, honest, and vulnerable

It's not easy

But with you,

I breathe every word

Like it's the most natural thing to do.

But then again,

I don't know until when

This ink runs smooth.

Will it ever reach the end?

The final chapter of our story?

What about the ending?

Until then,

I'll always keep myself prepared

To when this story ends...

To soften the slam of the book.