Laybaynunu
For My Love,
Some stories aren't meant to be closed -
just paused,
mid-sentence,
waiting for breath,
or maybe just brave enough fingers
to turn the page again.
This was supposed to be yours on our one-year anniversary.
But time had other plans, and hearts don't always follow calendars.
Still, every word here belongs to you.
You were my muse before you knew it,
my peace before I deserved it,
and my favourite part of every day - even now.
These poems, these thoughts, this whole book...
It's everything I felt but never knew how to say.
Even now, as just friends, I carry you in all my quiet moments.
And maybe, just maybe, one day you'll find your way back
to these pages -
and maybe to me.
Forever your writer,
Marina
April 2025