#WritcoPoemPrompt2
In the end it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after you were gone.
Thoughts kept haunting me,
may it be day or night.
Everything I had resembled
a thing or two about you.

I went to the shelves; took the diary
and started scribbling something.
I don't know, what I scribbled.
Then
I went through...