The Next Page

Will you see our yesterday in who I am?
The heart you left has found its way back home;
I still remember you—but I choose me now.

I took your picture down, kept your face inside;
Kept every little thing, but never called you back.
There’s a yellow letter I was scared to send,
Your happiness was all I wrote between the lines.
Some nights your small words wake me from my sleep;
I don’t have to forget what I can keep.

If you return, the door may still be open,
But the old love won’t be waiting there.
I’ll ask, “Are you happy?”—and mean it;
If your eyes say yes, I’ll find some peace.

You were once my story; that will always be true.
But the next page is mine—and I’ll write it through.