V A E L O R A - Motel Bible

Just enough to break your heart,
But not enough to know the rest.
In this motel Bible, names fade underneath the ease.
I wrote mine on the final line and closed the book.
And closed the book.
Outside,
The trucks roll through the dark; the neon hums above the road.
Some stories disappear completely,
Some just slowly lose their home.
Every page was just a name; nobody wrote the ending.
Just enough to break your heart,