poetry session

Even the pages of my journal knew

How much I loved you

Better than anyone else

Better than you yourself

I poured all hope and faith into our story

All strength and belief into the expected outcomes

Until the expected became too much

Became "not enough"

I stay away from those pages...

But they beckon me to come back

Much like how my spirit calls out to yours

For a sign.. or any form of contact

-j.jimenez

May 2016