I like two things about this poem:
The sense of longing. It's not quite loss. It's not quite regret. But it's longing. Not just to a person, but to what was, and to what has never been.
The imagery, the "crinkle" in particular, with the image of the sheet of paper.
And, what is a poem but emotions and imagery? Some would say form, but honestly, that's just scaffolding to make use of what is, and to pass on what is meant. Good job, Inna. Definitely not something you should've felt worried about the reception of.
And readers, make no mistake, while some pieces I have my hand in, in this one, it was mostly providing the moral support for Inna to make a change she thought of making anyway, and to know the piece is more than good enough to be shared :)