Empty Pages. Ii Poem by MIRAK Montiel

Empty Pages

Between us, there's miles—
lonely nights,
hopes,
and dreams about a future—
thoughts of joining universes
to form a galaxy of love.

But what remains is acceptance,
hopelessness,
and empty pages
where I may never write
the story of us.

You'll never understand
the reason behind all of this.
But for me—
it's whole nights spent
dreaming of what could be.

Sometimes I lie
in my empty bed,
and in the dark,
I imagine a beautiful reality—
but I know
it's just an illusion,
fading like snow flurries
when they touch the ground.

Empty pages
of a story
that may never happen—
only in my head,
because no matter
how many times I pray,
you're still
miles away.