Dear Diary,
ahh… without any crack,
I know every sound of breaking.
faces faded away,
as if they were never there.
I didn’t ask questions,
because the answers were already
lying somewhere inside me.
some truths don’t want names—
they only want to be carried.
the mirrors didn’t abandon me.
I was the one who looked away.
what was lost
wasn’t really gone—
it just learned
how to walk beside me
in another form.