In veiled pages, goes a million wrecked words attempting to burst out of the book we once wrote in the wondrous shelter of our love, of our supposed tomorrow together. Still, piece by piece, you disentangled while I am torn with the rest of your reminiscences and ghosts of your grace. Leaving me wishing you are in the corners of endless circles, that our parallels will meet. Then again, these are just a figment of my imagination. You are long gone, but a mist of our mythologies remains. A poetry collection by louvingly.