How can I…
when in every word,
in every paragraph,
and in every page,
all I can think of
is you.
Your eyes under the sun,
Your smile as you giggle,
and your voice
whenever I crack a joke.
Your character still seems
all too familiar.
Our story long ended—
a book with twelve chapters,
three hundred sixty-five pages,
then on the final leaf,
we finally said
our goodbyes.
“You know I tried.”
This, a line often found
in most chapters,
mirrors of twists,
of lies and tears
we tried to overcome.
How can I unwrite you?
When your name
has remained a footnote,
the primary source I cite
for every heartbreak
and every sunrise.
I have long closed the book,
of a love
that has already met
its end.
How can I unwrite you?
How can I…
when I am the one
who held the pen.
Written by Ed Almasco, Insight PH
Ed Almasco, Insight PH is a dedicated campus journalist and contributor. Their insightful writing sparks meaningful conversations and keeps the community informed.
