Today I can safely say,
You've etched the last message on my book
Raised and bloody,
Bittersweet agony
The chapter ended,
pages turned
Your words, carelessly given,
Forever burned into my tome
Some day, the words will fade
seemingly vanished forever
but the story shall remain,
each stroke carved upon tender pages,
tucked away from prying eyes,
a treasure trove to be locked away
to be found and read with salty lips
some other day far, far away