Still Between the Lines

She's not my ex. She's the chapter I still reread, Hoping the ending changes, hoping love might still succeed. The words don’t shift, yet I turn the page slow, Tracing the moments where hearts used to glow. Her laughter still lingers in each written line, A symphony frozen in bittersweet rhyme. I highlight the smiles, I skip past the pain, But it always returns like a soft, summer rain. I know how it ends—I've read it before, But each time I wish she’d walk back through the door. Not just a story, not dust on a shelf, But the version of me that still feels like myself. She’s not my ex—she’s a verse still alive, A heartbeat of hope that continues to strive. And maybe one day the ink will rewrite, The goodbye into stay, the darkness to light. Until then I’ll read, again and again, A chapter unfinished, where love might begin.