I thought of writing;
I didn’t know what to write.
I didn’t want to write about you,
But that’s all what came into my mind.

So I took the pen and scribbled on the paper;
I don’t know what to say,
I don’t know what I did;
But on the paper I drew your face.

I crumpled the paper and threw it in the bin,
But I couldn’t throw you out of mind.
I took the paper back and unfolded it;
Wrinkled like our bond but hard to leave behind.