I always thought that our friendship

was gonna be history

where its legacy

would last forever and some parts unknown

because there’d need to be so many scrolls

to write everything down.

But apparently,

ink was already dry before it got recorded

but my head was always up, so I kept on writing

trying to capture everything about us so,

Thousands of pages stained

not with ink but with my heart, blood, and soul.

But it was all for nothing.

Because the ink was dried out from the very beginning.

And nothing had to be written for it to be understood

that I was very naive,

thinking we were friends when I was just proficient

in invisible ink.