Forgotten Pages
by Ruben M.
· 16/01/2026
Published 16/01/2026 16:50
Dust on the cover, a bookmark pristine,
a year drifts by—what was once routine.
Flipping through pages, the stories stand still,
a moment of panic, a heart on the hill.
How long has it been since I lost that embrace,
the joy of a tale, the thrill of a chase?
A crispness forgotten, worlds now closed tight,
the weight of unwritten, lost in the night.