Maybe you’re wondering why I have not written the end to the story of you and I
It may be because even though I have tried my pen slips on the words
Scared of the feelings nobody has ever heard but to say goodbye just feels too soon
Or maybe illumination will happen under this moon when I say you were but a chapter
Because the story of you and I was not what I was after so here I say
The story of me and the story of you may have been only a day or a season or two
Though together in the moment it might have felt new we were just pages in the books of our lives
Bees with different jobs but part of the same hive we’ll remember each other or maybe we won’t
But because I thought of you this poem was wrote in a moment of remembering no one
So you’re a story that may or may not have been fun but pages written or burnt to the wind
Just because there wasn’t an end
The Journey 