The mystery of life and love is this

You would never know how much you mean to someone.

No matter the effort,

or no effort at all.

You never know which pages you have entered.

Which journals talk about you.

It’s very beautiful,

but haunting in a way.

Maybe someone has written many poems for you

that you will never know of.

Someone has dedicated pages and pages to you.

Someone has you in a chapter of their journal.

It’s beautiful.

But it’s haunting.