Before you, I was a blank page an empty college-ruled space longing for beauty between lines With your gentlest touch, you wrote your love on me in your best attempt at calligraphy, in simple words and drew maps of a new life for us. you turned me into art, never hesitating at the creases in my bent pages, filling my margins with joy. When I panicked, you reminded me it was all temporary Six weeks later. I erase until the rubber shreds between my fingers pink strings that try to absorb all that will ever exist between us I cover every inch of my fragile pages with new stories of faraway places but still, I bear your pencil traces - echoes of your love the indentations of your pretty words where you marked me as yours.