"and if a writer falls in love with you, you can never die" dear you, imy. before i knew it, you disappeared into thin air; but even after you were gone, you were still my muse. and what terrified me the most was that there's still a lifetime left - after you. so i carved you into poetry you'll never read. i believed if i wrote enough poems, you would return. i tried keeping you alive in that sense. thank you. you were a good chapter; no matter how much destruction you've brought me when you left. from, 🌊