Once we were like that song that we kept on loop,
Our bodies carving out the melody,
Off-tuned, off-beat voices mending the harmony.
When our laughs, engraved with inside jokes, couldn't fill a room,
our blankets forts did.
We found fragments of the world,
assorted by washy-tape and handwritten captions.
We soon discovered differing decorations for our chapters.
You found a pen inked in rose,
Pressed flowers, savouring petals from when he did "love you".
The infatuated ink-stained our pages,
He twirled you in time,
While I whirled in the wait.