I opened the book while my hands were shaking
my name was always mentioned
until the day of your passing
"emerie, my angel," you said
"I have nothing to leave but this book that I started.
I can't continue writing without your point of view
so continue our star-crossed story,
and know that I love you."
YOU ARE READING
Maybe Hereafter
Poetrya short story of two star-crossed lovers who narrated their story in phrases that hold the entirety of their heart and soul
