Blank Pages

It was the best I ever had. A feeling I can never forget. Still lingers on my pillow when I lay my head down at night. The memories come alive in my dreams, a scent but nothing to see. It feels like I lost something dear. I knew who I was, who I wanted to be, and now I'm confused and disabled. I'm doubting everything I believed in. Came in through the storm but never closed the door, left a mess in the room and no apologies. I confused the cavalier with cool, I didn't look close enough. Read the cover but didn't see the blank pages... didn't tear the emptiness inside. Instead, closed the rest and focused on the best.