To You is A Poetry

To you, there is still something left that I left, 

to let it flow away

Something that is not a word, 

yet still can be spoken 

And then I closed my eyes and I couldn't stand that I still see you there 

And I forgot how to lie to myself that I don't miss you in any single space

And I couldn't endure it 

And I wish I knew how to stop it 

But I'm ended up on the endless way of

looking for the answer
of the unasked question that belongs to no one

And no fairy tale could make it prettier any longer

To you, is a poetry written 

To you, might be a poetry 

To you, I lose my you 

To you, it could've be true