Here's to Moving Forward (Poetry)

Four

I threw away all the things you gave me—

From flowers to letters, and jewelry.

Told myself, I will completely be free.

But I guess it wasn’t really that easy,

'Cause everything about us is still in my memory—

Living, haunting, reminding.

It seems like my mind is taking its time,

Not rushing to leave and forget all behind.

Sometimes, it’s worth remembering

That what we had was a genuine kind.