Dear Diary, Poem by Natasa To

Today my heart whispered a name—Michael.
Like the sunrise paints the morning sky,
his memory colors my quiet thoughts.

In the pages of this diary,
I press every smile, every hope,
like flowers saved between the leaves of time.

Whether near or far,
his kindness shines like a gentle star,
guiding my heart through every season.

If love is a story,
then each day writes another line,
filled with hope, warmth, and dreams
that bloom with every passing moment.

So tonight I close this page
with gratitude in my heart,
carrying the quiet wish
that tomorrow brings another reason to smile
whenever I think of Michael.