Your old favorite sweatshirt is still in my closet.
Sometimes, letting go is harder than we think.
I want these memories to disappear, like you did.
You swept right in and out of my life easily.
Your black hat is on my shelf.
It smells like you always did: smoky and sweet.
I remember when your scent would linger on me.
Why is pain so hard to forget about?
Your pictures are in a folder.
One of them is on my wall.
We looked cute in our pictures.
You, six foot one, and me, five foot five.
Your voice is still embedded in my brain.
You used to sing to me and make me smile.
Back then, I wouldn't have thought you could hurt me.
I had never cared for someone as I did for you.
I'm still sitting here without you.
I know this is how it should be.
I just can't believe our love went up in flames.
You're gone, but you're still here.
