Not the ending that will haunt you but the space where they have to lie, things fade away just like that without one last goodbye. Like a book with torn pages, forgetting things you definitely know, unanswered questions and songs stalled halfway. So when your mind tries to keep it in a crooked shape they won’t fit, and forever in the corner of your summary they sit. The jagged edges made from moments you’re not sure are the last open thoughts that heal. As they tried to pass. You see don’t know is what haunts you, memories that never recover because they are puzzle missing pieces of all things that don’t.